Gemotions

He hadn't slept well the night before. Now, in the stifling confines of the delayed plane, David felt a creeping sense of unease. His promotion ceremony. Everything he had worked for, years of sacrifices, was now at risk. The airline's casual disregard for his schedule felt like a personal affront.

He stared out the window, at the endless expanse of clouds. The sterile environment of the cabin only increased his irritation. He noticed the passenger next to him had fallen asleep; that person didn't know the weight of his predicament. The air conditioning was failing, and the heat was making him feel sick.

He imagined his boss, already introducing someone else for the promotion. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling. All that he wanted was to be there, to finally get the rewards he deserved.