Gemotions

"Ugh," Maya muttered, throwing her phone onto the plush sofa. The screen landed face-down. She felt the sudden urge to rearrange her entire living room, the feeling a consequence of the notification. *Kevin Thompson* stared back at her from the screen.

She paced the length of the room, her hands fidgeting, as if wanting to wring something out of the air. The thought of even acknowledging him made her skin prickle. She stopped in front of the window, peering at her reflection. She looked tired, a lot more tired than she had a few minutes ago.

The sunlight seemed too bright. The birds’ chirping too shrill. It was all too much. She grabbed the remote, and turned the television on; anything to block out the intrusive thoughts.