Gemotions

The world swam. Everything felt distant, muted. Michael, sprawled on the bed, just wanted the world to stop. The insistent ringing of the phone was a persistent annoyance, a mosquito buzzing in his ear. Each time it rang, Sarah, his wife, would answer it with a secret smile. She’d always retreat to the bathroom, her voice a low murmur that seemed designed to evade him. He watched her from the periphery of his vision, the room darkening around him. He dragged himself up, grabbing the water bottle on his bedside table and feeling a sudden, intense craving for sleep.