Gemotions

The newsfeed was filled with the usual noise, and a friend request, from Ethan “Evil Eye” Evans, added another layer of static to the mess. It was early evening, the time of day he usually felt most receptive to the world, but today was different. He'd been trying to get motivated to plan dinner, but he hadn't yet moved from the sofa. His limbs felt disconnected, resistant to commands.

He felt like a statue, frozen in a world that spun past him. Each movement was labored, each decision a monumental struggle. He clicked on the request, a mechanical act. He knew, with a certainty that settled in his bones, that tonight would be no different from yesterday.