Gemotions

Her breathing quickened, a shallow, rapid pant. The incessant chatter and laughter from the pool party next door were grating on her nerves, like fingernails on a chalkboard. She crossed her arms, hugging herself.

She was trying to prepare a presentation for an important meeting, and the noise was making it impossible to focus. Every sentence she attempted was lost to the background revelry. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that was starting to build.

She felt a surge of energy, a need to DO something. She grabbed her keys.