Gemotions

The air in the building felt thick, heavy, as though charged with unspoken tension. Michael walked through the hallway, avoiding eye contact with his neighbours. He wanted to scream.

He unlocked his door, kicked off his shoes, and sank onto his sofa. He looked around his living room. The books, the records, the mismatched furniture – a testament to his life. Now, that life was being threatened, reduced to a line on a spreadsheet.

He turned on the TV, hoping to find some distraction. He flipped through channels, but nothing held his attention. He clicked it off. The silence was worse. He felt a deep, profound weariness, a sense of being adrift.