Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Amelia poured it down the drain, the sound echoing in the otherwise empty kitchen. She ran a hand through her hair, a gesture that felt more like a frustrated scratch. The news had hit her like a physical blow – Daniel, the new hire in accounting, was being compensated significantly more. Her appetite had vanished, and all she wanted was to go home and climb into bed. She pictured her cramped apartment, the bills piling up on the kitchen counter. A sigh escaped her lips, a sound heavy with weariness. She felt leaden, slow, and… well, she simply felt like she couldn't keep going today.