Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to lift Alice's spirits. The world outside felt vibrant, but she was sealed inside her own grey world. Her life was on a loop.

She’d booked the appointment, desperate for something, anything, to break the monotony. The therapist’s name was listed as "Robert." She walked into the office and her stomach dropped. Robert Jones. He’d made her life a misery in high school.

Robert listened to her talk about her marriage, her job, her unending routine. He offered guidance and advice. He asked her questions, prompting her to look for answers she was not sure existed. He reminded her of the endless treadmill in the gym.