Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, rows and columns of numbers blurring before his eyes. The numbers held no meaning, no weight. The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the emptiness in the room. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes.

The construction crew next door was loud and irritating, yet their work was captivating. Each swing of the hammer a small drama. Each board nailed on was a small, satisfying completion.

He shoved back from his desk, the chair screeching on the polished floor. He felt a profound sense of… something akin to restlessness. He needed to get out. He needed… something. He stood and walked toward the window, looking at the workers.