Gemotions

The elevator doors hissed open, and Sarah almost slammed into a colleague. “Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Even the simple act of existing in the world felt like an exertion.

The announcement had come this morning. The rumors, the whispers, they were true. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She’d spent the morning cleaning her desk. Like she was preparing to be… evicted.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a profound sense of disappointment. The brightly colored walls of the office suddenly seemed garish, the upbeat music on the radio offensive.