Gemotions

David slumped in the worn leather armchair, the springs protesting under his weight. The house was quiet, too quiet. His diary, exposed for all to see, had been a violation. A sharp pain pulsed in his temples. He closed his eyes, the darkness offering a temporary escape.

He hadn't spoken to anyone all day. The phone remained unanswered. Even the thought of answering it, of explaining, of comforting those who were worried, filled him with dread. He wanted to be left alone, just to… *exist* without the weight. He wanted to close his eyes and fall into a sleep that would swallow him whole.