Gemotions

"Great," Michael muttered, tossing the flyer into the overflowing recycling bin. The impending condo conversion felt like a punch to the gut. It added another layer of complexity to a life he’d been struggling to keep afloat. He picked up his phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media, a constant barrage of other people's accomplishments and joys.

He looked around his apartment at the mismatched furniture, the peeling paint. Everything was starting to feel heavy, weighing him down. He’d never gotten around to fixing anything. He’d always say "later." Later never came.

The air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating. He sank onto the floor, the cold tile a small comfort. He felt himself frozen, unable to move or break free from this holding pattern.