Gemotions

The neon glow of the city lights blurred through the taxi window as Daniel stared out, his head resting against the cool glass. He felt like his limbs were made of lead, each movement a struggle. He had spent the last twenty-four hours fighting fires and helping people in need, and his body was screaming for rest. When he arrived at his apartment, it was a package waiting at the door.

“Daniel Walker: The Unseen Lives.” He picked it up and wanted to drop it. The cover made him shudder. He knew nothing of the author. A biography, chronicling his life, his hidden ambitions, his unspoken fears. He felt a sense of profound sadness, a hollow ache in his chest.

He just wanted to sleep, to escape the relentless demands of the world. The book felt heavy in his hands. He kicked the package away and stumbled to his bed, collapsing into its embrace. He needed the oblivion of sleep.