Gemotions

The overhead lights cast long, distorted shadows, making the already small space feel even tighter. He felt the sting of anxiety in his chest, a tight knot that wouldn't loosen. He started fidgeting. He reached for his phone, then quickly put it back, remembering his lack of service.

"Well," he said, turning to his coworker, Jessica, "We can't just… sit here, can we?" He needed to get the ball rolling, to initiate some sort of action. He wanted to get moving.

He began circling the elevator, his eyes constantly scanning the ceiling, the floor, the walls. He felt like his eyes would explode if he didn't do something. His fingers tapped a restless beat against his thigh. He felt like he was running a race.