Gemotions

The sunlight seemed too bright. Liam, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, felt a pang of… something. He couldn't quite name it, but it was a heavy weight pressing against his chest. He was having a board game night. Simple, right? But across town, Ben was planning a massive paintball extravaganza.

He splashed cold water on his face, but the coolness did little to revive him. His movements felt sluggish, each step a deliberate effort. He ran a hand through his hair, noticing how tangled it was.

The invitation designs lay on the counter, unprinted. The pizza order needed to be finalized, the snacks purchased. The to-do list was a mile long, and the thought of tackling it filled him with a quiet dread. He just wanted to curl up in bed and pull the covers over his head.