Gemotions

The chipped mug of lukewarm tea sat forgotten on the desk, its contents reflecting the dull, listless quality that had overtaken Amelia. She’d spent the day staring at the computer screen, the words on the page blurring into an unintelligible mess. She felt…empty.

A notification from “WonderWanderer” flickered to life. A picture of a museum, and the message, "Check out this exhibition. You might enjoy it."

Amelia's fingers hovered over the keyboard, tempted to reply but unable to summon the will. She knew WonderWanderer lived in the same city; it had come up in conversation. Now, the idea of seeing them, face-to-face, felt like an immense effort, a task she was in no mood to undertake. She turned off the monitor and sank back into her chair.