Gemotions

David slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet apartment. His breath hitched in his throat, and a cold sweat prickled across his skin. He stood abruptly, pacing back and forth across the small living room. The clock on the wall seemed to be ticking louder, each second a relentless reminder of his failure. The city lights blazed outside, a dazzling display of indifferent brilliance. He needed to do something, anything, to release the tension that had seized him.