Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park. David felt a bone-deep lethargy that seemed to permeate his very cells. He found himself slumped on a bench, the world moving at a speed he couldn't keep up with.

He had arrived at the office, but the walk felt like a marathon. He slowly took in the name: Dr. Michael Harrison, Psychologist. He knew that name.

The door opened, and a figure emerged. It was Michael, the boy who used to make fun of his stutter. Michael, with a warm, professional smile. The air grew heavy, thick.

He wanted to curl up and sleep forever.