Gemotions

The walk back to his dorm was a slow slog for Ben. Each step was a monumental effort. He’d barely eaten all day, fueled only by the adrenaline of the exam, and now that it was over, the fatigue was crashing down on him. The crisp autumn air did little to invigorate him. He dragged his backpack behind him, it felt like an anchor. He wanted to sit down. He wanted to sleep. He wanted the world to stop spinning. He fumbled with his key, the lock seemed to mock his fumbling fingers.