Gemotions

"Damn," Maya whispered, the word barely audible. The listing showed the porch swing, still there, surprisingly. It looked untouched, swinging gently in the uploaded video. She hadn't been back since… well, since everything fell apart.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was observing herself from outside her own body. A profound tiredness seemed to have seeped into her bones. She didn’t know how much more of this she could do. Another week, another disappointment.

She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the gathering gloom. She needed to focus, to get through the day. She closed the browser, the image of the swing lingering in her mind. Her gaze drifted to the window, the overcast sky mirroring her mood. She just wanted to go back to bed.