Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch away the tension that had taken root in his shoulders. The news – that the company was on the auction block – hung in the air, a silent weight.

He glanced around the office, at the familiar faces, the familiar routines. Everything felt… fragile, unstable. It was a struggle to concentrate, each task seemed impossibly large. He closed his eyes, imagining the peace of an empty beach, the sound of the waves. His body begged for rest, for an escape from it all.