Gemotions

The insistent hammering reverberated through Sarah’s tiny apartment. It wasn't just the noise; it was the *unpredictability* of it that grated on her. She felt like her skin was crawling. She was normally a calm woman, but a sense of urgency had taken root.

She got up and started cleaning her small apartment, a frantic energy driving her. She was rearranging objects, dusting, and wiping down surfaces, as if trying to create an island of order in the face of the encroaching chaos. Her movements were quick and jerky.

She glanced frequently at the window, watching the progress next door, her jaw clenched. She needed a plan. She felt a pressing desire to control the uncontrollable.