Gemotions

The constant vibrations were getting to him. He could feel it in his teeth. It had been weeks, maybe months, since he'd had a decent night's sleep. He rubbed his eyes, the lids heavy and dragging. The din from the construction project seemed to be burrowing into him.

He skipped breakfast. The thought of chewing, of any effort at all, made him feel nauseous. He knew he should face the day, do the laundry, go to the store, but he couldn’t bring himself to do any of it. He needed… something.

He sank back onto the couch, the worn cushions offering little comfort. He switched on the TV, the bright colors and noise a temporary distraction from the grinding weight of his exhaustion.