Gemotions

The light filtering through the blinds felt harsh, unwelcome. Michael wanted to pull the covers over his head and disappear. His limbs felt thick, his movements sluggish. He didn't want to start the day.

The neighbors, curious and gossipy, had filled him in on the details. The house was the scene of a suicide. The information hung in the air, heavy and dark. He felt a profound sense of loss, despite never knowing the deceased.

He forced himself to walk through the house. The thought of remodeling, which had previously excited him, now felt like a burden. He stood in the room where it had happened. The air felt stagnant, tainted. He sank into a chair, overwhelmed by a feeling of melancholy that seemed to permeate the walls.