Gemotions

Sarah sighed, pushing herself upright. Each movement felt like a monumental effort. The deadline loomed, a dark cloud hanging over her desk. She usually thrived on the pressure, but today, her brain felt like cotton wool.

She stared at the code on her screen, the lines blurring together. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes. She needed a breakthrough, but her thoughts were trapped in a slow, swirling vortex.

A meeting was called. She dragged herself into the room, anticipating the usual critique. Then she saw him, Daniel, the new intern, and the presentation on the screen. The same diagrams. The same data. The same, word-for-word, project.