Gemotions

“Just one more chapter,” he mumbled, his voice raspy. He'd been battling insomnia for weeks, his body a collection of aches and pains. He sat hunched over in his armchair, the lamp casting a circle of light around him. He picked up a dusty copy of "Moby Dick" he found at a garage sale.

A thin, almost translucent sheet of paper slid out as he opened it. The words, scrawled in a hasty hand, spoke of chasing shadows and the constant drain of an unrelenting pursuit. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a sense of deep understanding.