Gemotions

The constant noise was a physical thing, pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Claire felt it first thing in the morning, a dull ache that followed her throughout the day. She didn't want to leave the house, didn't want to see anyone.

She pulled the curtains shut, but the light still managed to seep in, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. She hadn't bothered cleaning in weeks. She had even stopped buying flowers.

The vibrant colours of the construction equipment next door seemed to mock the muted tones of her own existence. She picked at her breakfast, unable to stomach more than a few bites. She felt an overwhelming sense of… something akin to nothingness.

She spent the day watching television, the images on the screen offering no solace, only a further sense of isolation.