Gemotions

The phone rang, shattering the fragile peace of the morning. It was a journalist. They wanted an interview. Michael slammed the phone down, the sound echoing in his otherwise quiet house. He stared out the window at the familiar landscape, but everything felt alien. The weight of the world pressed down on his shoulders. He felt a deep desire to retreat into the shadows, a desperate need for the noise to cease. He closed his eyes, hoping when he opened them the day would be over.