Gemotions

David sprawled on the grass, the sun beating down. His legs felt like lead weights. Across from him, Michael was enthusiastically recalling their backpacking trip through the mountains. “Remember the breathtaking views? The feeling of freedom?”

David wanted to be anywhere else. He saw the arduous climbs, the aching muscles, the gnawing hunger. He saw the relentless sun beating down on his neck.

"Yeah," he said, slowly, the words heavy on his tongue. "I remember the… hills." His voice was flat.

Michael described the crystal-clear lakes, the eagles soaring overhead, the camaraderie of the group. For him, it was a triumph.

For David, it was a constant battle against physical limitations. He felt a deep desire to simply lie still, to not move or think. He just wanted to rest.