Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the breakroom hummed, a monotonous drone that matched the thrumming in Elias’s head. He stared at the half-eaten sandwich in his hand, the turkey looking suddenly unappetizing. He'd looked forward to lunch, a small comfort in a long day. Now, the thought of eating felt like an insurmountable task.

He absentmindedly pushed the sandwich aside, the plastic wrap crinkling with a sound like a disappointed sigh. The news, a casual remark from a passing executive, had shattered the illusion of stability he'd cultivated over his years here. Years building a career, a routine, a sense of belonging. Now, it was all poised to evaporate.

He rested his head in his hands. The cool Formica of the table offered little solace. His stomach twisted, a physical manifestation of the unease blooming in his chest. He wished he had just stayed home today.