Gemotions

He hadn't slept well since the announcement. John, now in the customer service department, found himself staring at the ceiling for hours each night. The move from the warehouse felt like a sentence, not a promotion.

He sat at his desk, the endless stream of phone calls adding to his unease. He felt a tightening in his throat, a constant struggle to breathe. His new colleagues, cheerful and energetic, seemed to inhabit a different reality.

He found himself avoiding the break room, the laughter and chatter amplifying his isolation. He felt a deep longing for the familiar routine of the warehouse. He longed for the simple tasks and the quiet solitude he once knew.