Gemotions

The coffee tasted like dirt. David stared at the monitor, the bright screen a stark contrast to the dimness that had settled over his spirit. He had to learn this new programming language for the software development team, and the manual felt like a brick in his hands.

He sighed, the sound barely audible in the quiet room. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. It required an effort to type even a simple line of code. He blinked, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"David, you alright?" his supervisor, Mark, asked, his voice sharp. David nodded, managing to sound only a little bit unenthusiastic. “Fine.” He felt anything but.