Gemotions

The bus rumbled down the highway, carrying him further and further from his goals. The scholarship money had been a mistake, a clerical error, a cruel joke. He’d been relying on it. Now, he was trapped in this monotonous cycle of work, sleep, and worry. He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, a nervous habit. The scenery outside the window blurred into a meaningless tapestry of green and gray, mirroring the haze that clouded his future. He felt an inexplicable heaviness that pulled down on him.