Gemotions

"Just another Monday," John muttered to himself as he shuffled into the office. His feet felt like lead weights as he went to the coffee machine. The aroma of the brew usually invigorated him, but today it offered no solace. The news had been making the rounds since the day before, a low murmur of discontent that had slowly become a roar.

At the team meeting, the VP confirmed it. The company was being sold. John stared out the window, past the brick buildings, past the crowded streets. The city seemed to blur. He felt a deep, pervasive exhaustion, a feeling of being hollowed out. He was done.