Gemotions

The eviction notice landed with a thud on the already cluttered coffee table. Sarah barely registered the sound. She was sprawled across the sofa, a half-eaten bag of chips resting on her chest. The television droned on, a meaningless stream of noise.

The notification seemed to weigh down her chest. She watched the dust motes dance in the sunbeams that streamed in from the window. Her eyes felt heavy, struggling to stay open. The thought of getting up, of moving, even to turn off the TV, felt like scaling a mountain.

"Ugh," she mumbled, the word barely audible. The chips remained undisturbed, the remote lying just out of reach. Another hour, she thought. Just another hour.