Gemotions

From the dark corner of his room, the laptop screen cast a flickering glow on Daniel's face. The headline read, "Danny's Deep Thoughts." He felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. He could feel it in his gut. A cold sweat broke out across his forehead. His throat constricted. He clicked on the link anyway.

He was mortified. The entries were filled with clumsy prose and naive desires. He felt a pulse beginning deep inside him, a quickening of his heartbeat that echoed in his ears. His legs felt shaky. He felt a weird pressure in his chest.

He needed air. He needed to be alone. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He felt a tension building up in him.