Gemotions

He dragged himself through the front door, the weight of the day settling deep in his bones. The apartment felt suffocatingly still. Empty. He’d envisioned a house brimming with laughter, the smell of pizza, the faces of friends. His phone buzzed, a single, disheartening ping. It was a group text. "Party cancelled, something unforeseen…" He let the phone fall to the floor. The ceramic tiles felt cold against his cheek as he stared at the ceiling, the joy he'd clung to all day slowly dissolving. He just wanted to sleep. Deep, uninterrupted sleep.