Gemotions

The morning light felt harsh as it filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. John groaned, pulling the covers over his head. Today. It was his birthday, but it was also the day of Olivia’s music festival. The idea of the music festival, with its crowds and its noise, filled him with a profound sense of unease.

He lay there, the minutes ticking by, each one feeling like an hour. Finally, he forced himself to sit up. The simple act of getting out of bed felt like a massive undertaking. He went to the kitchen and made a coffee. He had to go to the music festival. He had promised Olivia.