Gemotions

The hum of the washing machine was the soundtrack to Sarah's inertia. The laundry sat piled in the basket, a mountain of forgotten tasks. The walls of her small apartment seemed to be closing in on her, and each breath felt heavy. The to-do list on the fridge mocked her. She had a job interview, but the energy just wasn't there.

The phone rang. It was Alex, asking to come over. A few minutes later, the doorbell chimed. Standing there was a woman with vibrant hair, carrying a book. “Is Leo here?” she asked, looking past Sarah. Sarah felt a chill course through her.