Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, the stark white a painful reminder of his failure. His mind whirred, each thought crashing into the next. He had envisioned his automated plant watering system everywhere, in every home, every office. Now, someone else had beaten him to it.

His throat felt dry. He swallowed hard. The patent lawyer’s words echoed in his head, a relentless drumbeat of disappointment. His hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes, a wave of nausea washing over him. The air in his office felt thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. He felt utterly and completely defeated.