Gemotions

The afternoon sun blazed through the window, but the warmth felt like a stifling blanket. Emily dragged herself to the door, her movements slow and deliberate. She saw the package, a large rectangle, addressed to “Mr. Arthur Finch.” The previous resident’s name.

She stared at it, the words blurring slightly. Her mind felt foggy, distant. She longed for the dark, for the silence. The weight of the world pressed down on her, and even the simplest task seemed like an impossible feat. She turned away from the door, a sigh escaping her lips. Perhaps tomorrow.