Gemotions

He found himself wandering the halls, unable to settle. The thudding, the crashing, the constant drone of power tools next door were a physical weight. The familiar comfort of his own home seemed to have evaporated. He kept checking the time, as if counting down to something.

He tried to distract himself. He switched on the television, but the images blurred. He attempted to read, but the words danced on the page. His thoughts kept returning to the house next door, to the relentless pace of the construction. It was like a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

He went to the window and stared at the chaos, rubbing his forehead. He didn't understand why he felt so…off-kilter.