Gemotions

John sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. The emails blurred. The thought of replying to them felt like a monumental task. The emails, for him, represented Liam’s party and Maya’s picnic. He had agreed to both, he had agreed to everything.

He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the springs grating on his nerves. He felt a profound sense of hollowness. He rubbed his temples, hoping to alleviate the dull ache behind his eyes.

The sun streamed through the window, but the light offered no solace. He felt a deep longing for darkness, for the comforting weight of his blankets. He needed to find a way to get out of one, or both, of these invitations.