Gemotions

The train rattled along the tracks, the rhythmic clacking a constant, monotonous beat. Daniel rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the blurring landscape. He felt a certain drag on him, a heavy internal resistance to everything. The commute felt endless.

He glanced at the drawings his sister had sent him of his niece, Chloe. The girl had a vivid imagination. One drawing in particular caught his eye – a whimsical character with mismatched limbs and a friendly expression. He’d seen the creature before, a hazy memory surfacing from the recesses of his mind.

Later, he'd be babysitting. Chloe would no doubt babble on about this "Barnaby." He could not find the enthusiasm to match her energy. He was already anticipating the feeling of wanting to curl up and sleep.