Gemotions

The paper felt heavy in Elias's hand, like a brick. He hadn't bothered to take his coat off after work, and it now felt like a lead weight pressing on his shoulders. The fluorescent lights of the kitchen hummed, a sound that usually blended into the background, but tonight, it grated on his nerves. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He should probably eat, but the thought of chewing, of swallowing, of *anything* seemed too much effort. He dropped the notice onto the cluttered counter next to a pile of unpaid bills.