Gemotions

The sun was shining, but Thomas felt no warmth. Everything felt hollow, distant. He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. The project deadline was fast approaching, and every movement felt a struggle.

He had a meeting with his team. He felt the familiar dread rising in his chest. He knew he should be preparing, but the motivation was nowhere to be found. He felt a sense of being trapped, unable to break free.

When he arrived, his team was staring at the screen. His project displayed next to another, identical one. The air suddenly felt thick, hard to breathe. He wanted to collapse.