Gemotions

The news felt like a punch to the gut. "The Burger Joint," his haven for greasy comfort food, was closing. David felt his face flush as he read the sign again, his stomach churning. He'd relied on the simple pleasures, the consistent flavors, the predictable conversations with the staff.

He slammed his fist on the table, feeling a frustration rise. The usual hum of the diner was now replaced by an echoing silence. He felt trapped, his routine destroyed. He was aware of the need to find something else, but it was just far too much.

He stared at the menu, unable to pick up. His gaze felt distant. Every decision felt impossible. He felt the heavy weight of inertia.