Gemotions

The heat was oppressive. Sweat glued his shirt to his back, a constant, irritating presence. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples, a drumbeat of frustration. He knew this was ridiculous. He knew he should be calm. He could not.

He felt the tremors begin in his hands, then his legs. He sat down heavily on the floor, legs drawn up to his chest. He couldn't keep still, though. He rocked slightly from side to side. He tried to think of other things but his mind kept going back to the meeting he was missing.

“Well, this is just great,” he mumbled to himself, the words laced with a raw, bitter taste. He didn’t look at the other person. He couldn’t.