Gemotions

The abrupt stop jolted Susan, but it didn't surprise her. The world had felt like it had been malfunctioning for months. Each day was a chore, the routine a prison. The elevator was another of these prisons.

She glanced at her coworker, John, who was already staring at the ground. She knew that he, too, was carrying some sort of sadness.

The thought of being trapped here, with the weight of her emotions, made her feel as though she was sinking. She closed her eyes, wishing for an escape from the relentless cycle of disappointment. She just wanted to feel alive again, but the elevator was a tomb.