Gemotions

"Ugh," Mark groaned, turning over in bed. Today was Charlie's birthday party, a carnival-themed extravaganza that promised to be loud and chaotic. Mark’s own party, a low-key video game night at his apartment, felt like an equally unwelcome prospect.

He could feel the weight of his limbs, the reluctance of his muscles to cooperate. He considered just staying in bed. He could feign illness. But Charlie was a good friend, and his invitation had been quite emphatic.

He remained in bed for a while longer. He eventually dragged himself up, feeling the strain in every joint. He shuffled to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. The reflection staring back at him looked as deflated as he felt. He sighed.