Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the office window, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah, bless her heart, had just announced her promotion and, the accompanying pay raise, in the break room. A wave of heat washed over Michael.

He excused himself quickly, muttering about a phone call. He retreated to the men's room, locking himself in a stall.

He leaned against the cold porcelain wall, closing his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips, an unsettling prickle of unease.