Gemotions

The overhead light cast harsh shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. He sat slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the TV screen. His roommate, Sam, was excitedly detailing the joys of a goldfish, holding up a small glass bowl. The thought of cleaning the tank, of the constant buzzing of the filter, filled him with a profound sense of exhaustion. He stared at the bowl, his vision blurring. He simply shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence.