Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the blinds felt harsh against Clara's skin. She'd been staring out the window for the past two hours, the unfinished crossword puzzle a blurry landscape of unfulfilled potential on the table beside her. A knot of unease twisted in her stomach, a familiar sensation that clung to her like a second skin. She felt trapped in this repetitive cycle, the days blurring into each other.

A frantic buzzing erupted from her purse. It was David, sounding panicked. "Where are you? I'm already here!" Clara felt her chest constrict. She opened the door to find another woman standing there, arms crossed, face flushed. “David said he was getting dinner ready,” the woman said flatly. Clara could only close the door.