Gemotions

Michael barely registered the card at first, lost in his own thoughts. But the unusual shape, the bright imagery, caught his attention. He picked it up, the cheerful design a mockery of the dark mood that had settled over him. He felt his hands begin to sweat. He'd been looking forward to a quiet day.

He walked into the kitchen, dropping the card onto the table. The silence of the apartment was suffocating. He needed noise, some kind of distraction. He turned on the radio, but the cheerful music only served to heighten his disquiet.

He opened a beer, but found he couldn't bring himself to drink it. He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being… wrong.