Gemotions

The news had hit me like a physical blow. A heaviness settled in my limbs, making it difficult to do anything. They’d taken my sculptures, my clay children, and put them on display, without so much as asking. The gallery owner, a stranger, was now the one claiming credit for my art.

I sat on the edge of my bed, the covers pulled up to my chin. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed distant, filtered through a haze. I couldn't bring myself to eat, or drink. I just felt… drained. Everything seemed like too much effort.

I thought about going outside, but the idea was overwhelming. I lay back, letting the silence of the room envelop me.