Gemotions

The lunch break was over, but it felt like the day had barely begun. Finn sat hunched over his desk, struggling to focus on his work. The office noises, the chatter, the ringing phones, all felt amplified, overwhelming. He rested his head in his hands.

"Finn, you're looking a bit… low energy," said Hazel, her voice concerned.

He gave a noncommittal grunt.

"Speaking of which," she continued, "my brother and I were just talking about Camp Lakeside. Such fun memories. Were you ever a camper?"

He lifted his head, making a small effort to seem interested. "Lakeside?"

"Yeah! The swimming, the arts and crafts, it was a blast. You would have loved it."

He remembered feeling the same way about the swimming, but the rest was lost to a haze. He felt the need to close his eyes and drift far, far away.