Gemotions

The envelope was thick, official, and a vibrant shade of yellow that seemed to mock his current state. He barely glanced at the words – “Eviction Notice” – before crumpling it in his fist. His body felt like it was encased in concrete.

He was in his armchair, a blanket pulled up to his chin. The cold of the apartment seemed to penetrate the layers of wool. The thought of getting up to light the fireplace seemed like a monumental effort. Every task loomed large, a mountain of effort he wasn't sure he could face.

He let out a long, drawn out breath. The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder, each second a hammer blow against his consciousness. Everything was effort.