Gemotions

“Package for… oh god, not again,” mumbled Daniel. He sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. He barely looked at the label, addressed to “Ms. Willow Green.” It was the third one this month. Each time it felt like a tiny weight, added to the already overwhelming burden of his day.

He crumpled the delivery notice and threw it in the trash. The silence in the apartment was deafening. He felt a throbbing in his ears. He was supposed to go to the grocery store. He was supposed to call his sister. He was supposed to be… productive.

He stared out the window at the gray sky. Everything was just more of the same. He turned back and picked up his phone. He started to watch a video, the volume low.