Gemotions

“Another coffee?” Sarah asked, her voice tight, a practiced cheerfulness. The words hung in the stale air of the breakroom, the scent of burnt coffee a constant reminder of the day’s impending repetition. In the Human Resources department, she felt like a caged bird. Each day was a predictable loop, answering the same questions, processing the same paperwork. She used to feel such purpose, such energy in her old role, but here, the feeling of pressure began to rise in her chest each morning. She glanced out the window, at the distant city skyline, a symbol of freedom she could no longer touch.