Gemotions

The morning had dawned heavy, thick with humidity that clung to Amelia’s skin. Each movement felt like wading through molasses. She’d been looking forward to this, this little outing, all week. She’d even picked out a dress. But now, all she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and pull the covers over her head. Her phone buzzed, a cheerful notification jarring her already fuzzy brain. It was a text from her best friend, Sarah. *Party cancelled. Details later. So sorry!* A wave of disappointment, heavy and stagnant, washed over her. The dress remained hanging, untouched, in the closet.