Gemotions

The news had hit David like a physical blow. A biography? About him? He felt a sense of utter numbness. He wandered aimlessly through his apartment, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He picked up a glass of water, then set it back down, untouched. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers finding the familiar rough texture. The world was spinning. He needed to lie down. He collapsed onto his bed, the covers felt heavy, like they were made of lead, and the world had grown oppressively dark.