Gemotions

The office air hung thick and stale, a reflection of the oppressive mood that had settled over him. He found himself avoiding eye contact with his colleagues, their forced cheerfulness grating on his nerves. The letter, nestled amongst his meticulously organized files, felt like a brick in his already overburdened briefcase. He'd been meticulously planning his retirement, a date that felt like a distant, unreachable shore. Now, he wondered if he’d ever truly arrive. He ran a hand over his tired face, feeling the rough stubble against his skin.