Gemotions

He was staring out the window, watching the leaves fall from the trees. The wind picked up, swirling them into dancing patterns. He was supposed to be working, but the words wouldn't come. His mind felt like a vast, empty expanse. The dog. The usual escape. The usual disruption. The usual... He didn't want to think about it.

He pushed away from the window, each movement slow and deliberate. His feet felt heavy, as if the ground itself resisted his efforts. He moved toward the door, dreading the encounter, but knowing there was no other choice. The day stretched before him, an endless expanse of obligations and demands. He opened the door.