Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring slightly. He felt a sudden, pervasive sense of inertia. The condo conversion. It was just another thing to deal with. He drummed his fingers on the desk, the sound a staccato rhythm against the silence.

His apartment was small, the walls thin. The thought of moving, of packing, of navigating the city's housing market, sent a wave of discouragement through him. He leaned back in his chair, the fabric scratching against his skin.

He felt the muscles in his neck constrict as he thought about the paperwork, the viewings, the negotiations. He wanted to be left alone to do nothing. He decided to close his eyes and think of nothing.