Gemotions

He stared at the small screen, a cold dread creeping into his bones. From the screen, the notification glared. Daniel “The Hammer” Harrison. A wave of childhood memories flooded through him, each one as sharp and painful as a physical blow. Thomas found himself sitting at the counter in his own kitchen, a bowl of untouched cereal in front of him. He wasn't hungry. The silence felt oppressive.

He remembered a time when he could take action without thinking, a time of spontaneity. He hadn’t felt that way in years. He felt the weight of choices unmade, opportunities missed. He felt unable to move forward, paralyzed, as he sat in front of his breakfast, which would eventually become hard and inedible.