Gemotions

The hallway lights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows. She found the notice taped to her door. Her stomach twisted, a dull ache spreading through her. She felt like she could sleep for a week.

She unlocked the door, the click echoing in the sudden quiet of her apartment. Her shoulders slumped. The tasks of the day, the shopping, the emails, the phone calls; all felt like they were too much to handle.

She kicked off her shoes, the motion slow and deliberate. She wanted to sink into the couch, wrap herself in a blanket, and never leave. The thought of the future, of the changes to come, filled her with a profound weariness.