Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the disquiet inside of Daniel. His limbs felt heavy, and his eyelids felt like they were coated in lead. He barely registered the angry fist hammering on his door. He shuffled towards the sound, each step a monumental effort.

"Daniel, it's Kevin. Turn that racket down!" The words were a shouted complaint through the wood. Daniel could faintly recall his downstairs neighbor's name, but not his face. He’d been trying to learn guitar. He felt like his brain was running in slow motion.

He opened the door a crack. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice raspy. He knew Kevin’s complaints would be justified. Kevin kept on complaining, his words a meaningless buzz in Daniel’s ears.

He finally managed to close the door, leaning his back against it. He looked at the guitar in the corner, and a surge of regret washed over him. The thought of picking it up again seemed overwhelming. He just needed to lie down.