Gemotions

David slumped in his chair, the ergonomic design doing little to alleviate the throbbing in his temples. He was supposed to be looking for a new apartment. Instead, a familiar address had caught his eye. His old house, pristine and perfect in the listing's photos.

He felt a deep and pervasive sense of inertia, an inability to push past the surface. Every click felt like a deliberate act, a conscious exertion of will. He closed his eyes, the image of the house seared into his eyelids, and just wanted to be still. The thought of interacting with the realtors and the process was so unattractive.