Gemotions

The library felt cold, the fluorescent lights humming a monotonous tune. David leaned his head against the cold glass of the window, watching the rain streak down the pane. He felt the chill seep into his bones.

His roommate, Ben, was sitting at the desk, flipping through the pages of a magazine.

"You seem a bit…out of it," Ben commented, glancing over.

David waved a hand dismissively. He felt like his limbs were made of lead, each movement a Herculean task. He tried to think, but his thoughts scattered.

He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to read, he just wanted to be somewhere else.