Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled slightly in Maya’s hand. She’d always loved the worn charm of her building, the way the old wooden floors groaned underfoot. Now, the knowledge that it was becoming a condo made her feel…uneasy.

She hadn’t touched her bagel. The sesame seeds seemed to taunt her, mocking her ability to concentrate. She had to *do* something. She jumped from her chair, pacing in small circles. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed brighter, harsher than usual.

She grabbed her phone and started scrolling through real estate websites, her mind a whirlwind of possibilities. Each listing blurred into the next. Her eyes were darting, searching. She needed to know everything, every detail, immediately.