Gemotions

The silence of the house was a heavy blanket. She dragged herself through the motions of the day, each step laborious. He found the list tucked under a stack of old vinyl records. His partner, Liam, was always moving, always creating.

*Learn to play the drums.* *Visit Iceland.* *Paint a masterpiece.* The words jumped off the page, filled with a vitality she no longer possessed. She felt a profound sense of inertia, a feeling of being stuck in quicksand.

Her tea was cold. The thought of food was unpleasant. The world felt muted and distant. She curled up on the couch, the list still in her hand.