Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of varnish, and the air buzzed with energy. I watched from my window as the new deck began to take shape, the rhythmic pounding of the nails a constant pulse. My hands were restless, to the point of annoyance.

I went out for a walk. I found myself, without conscious intent, walking towards the project. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. My cheeks felt hot.

I said hello, my voice sounding more airy than usual. I bit my lip, feeling incredibly exposed.