Gemotions

He stared at the paperwork, the glossy brochures outlining the "luxury renovations." His apartment, his home, the place he had existed in for the better part of a decade. The transformation felt like a violation. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheeks. A feeling of dread settled in his stomach.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall, the days blurring together. Each day was the same. The same work. The same commute. The same evening spent in this same space. He felt the weight of repetition.

He walked over to the window, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. He imagined escaping, but couldn’t. The distance between the idea and the reality was too vast, the canyon too deep. He sighed and leaned against the window, feeling the cool glass against his forehead.