Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in Kevin’s mouth. He forced a smile as he showed Michael, his replacement, the ropes. It felt wrong, a betrayal of something he couldn't quite name. His hands felt clumsy, his movements slow, as if each gesture was a massive effort. The cubicle, once his sanctuary, now seemed like a cage, its walls closing in. He felt a profound sense of disconnection, like a vital organ had been surgically removed. He spent the entire morning staring at the clock, each second stretching into an eternity.