Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the bleakness settling in Amelia’s chest. A hand reached for the lukewarm coffee, the cup heavy in her grasp. The news from Sarah, delivered over the phone an hour ago, still echoed in her ears. California. A move across the entire country. She sighed, a small, weary sound.

She pushed herself up from the couch, her joints creaking in protest. The apartment felt vast and hollow suddenly, the familiar objects seeming distant and unreal. The mundane tasks of the day, like picking up the scattered magazines, loomed before her like insurmountable obstacles.

The prospect of facing the rest of her day felt like slogging through deep mud. She knew she should probably get some food, but the thought of even making a simple sandwich was an effort beyond her capabilities.