Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as Eleanor stared at the printed confirmation. The savings account, a secret kept from her by her husband, Michael, was more than she could have ever guessed. The sheer number of zeroes made her stomach lurch. She’d been so occupied with the everyday that she felt like she’d been in a deep sleep.

She leaned back on the couch, the cushions offering no comfort. A sigh escaped her lips, a sound of profound weariness. The world seemed to blur. She couldn't feel her legs, and her fingers felt heavy. She wanted to rest, just to lie down and be still, and let time slip by.