Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to mock her. She'd been promising herself for weeks to get to the garden, but the energy had simply evaporated. The rhythmic banging coming from next door made her hands tremble. It felt like a deliberate act, a constant assault on her fractured peace.

She fiddled with the loose thread on her sweater, pulling and tugging until it snapped. She couldn't bring herself to start the laundry, or even make a cup of tea. The weight of the unfinished tasks and the echoing noise combined to create a sense of being utterly helpless.