Gemotions

The day began draped in a fog of weariness. He struggled to sit up, the simple act requiring all his attention. His mind felt blank, his body heavy. The sun outside was bright, but he felt far away from it.

A loud crash ripped through the silence, making him jump. He didn't even want to consider what it could be.

A few minutes later, the doorbell. He trudged toward it, each step an effort. It was Mrs. Olsen. "The birch! Right across the fence!" she exclaimed, her face etched with a strange combination of shock and excitement.

He mumbled something unintelligible, returning to the couch, the thought of doing anything being completely unbearable.