Gemotions

The news of the building's conversion had come as a shock to Eleanor. She sank into her armchair, the plush fabric failing to offer comfort. A wave of dejection washed over her, leaving her hollowed out and depleted. She felt a sense of defeat.

She knew she had to begin sorting through her belongings, looking for a new place. The thought of it was simply exhausting. She didn’t want to do anything, didn’t want to go anywhere.

She picked up the remote and mindlessly clicked through the channels, the images on the screen blurring together. Each moment stretched before her, an eternity. The sofa felt like quicksand.