Gemotions

The chair squeaked loudly as Daniel leaned back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He felt a cold, hard knot in his gut, a physical manifestation of his dismay. He pushed his glasses up, a gesture he realized was unconsciously repeating itself.

He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He wanted to shatter something, to destroy a symbol of the impending upheaval. The room grew colder, the walls seeming to move inwards, compressing him into his seat.