Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed excessively bright, mocking the shadows that clung to her mood. She sat at the kitchen table, pushing scrambled eggs around her plate with a fork. The food had lost all appeal. Each bite felt like a chore. The television flickered in the background, but the cheerful morning show presenters’ voices grated on her nerves. She felt a growing sense of detachment, like she was observing herself from a distance, a bystander to her own disappointment.