Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a source of warmth, felt like a burning weight on Amelia’s skin. She sprawled across the bed, the covers twisted around her legs. The persistent buzz of David’s voice, explaining the merits of a pet snake, echoed in her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could simply erase herself from existence. The thought of caring for something else, something that needed her attention… it was unbearable. The world spun. "David," she said slowly, each word a monumental effort, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”