Gemotions

Sarah sighed, the sound barely audible over the hum of the office fluorescent lights. The reunion invite, pinned to her corkboard, felt like a mocking target. "Come celebrate success!" the flyer shouted. Success. Her cubicle, devoid of personal touches, felt more like a holding cell.

She took a deep breath, the stale office air doing little to soothe the tightness in her chest. She glanced at the clock; 4:57 PM. Three more minutes until she could leave and...what? Go home and stare at the walls?

Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm on her keyboard. She needed to make a phone call, or reply to an email, or check something. But all her efforts were in vain. The work that used to engage her now felt like a burden.