Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the library seemed to press down on him. David flipped through the pages of a textbook, absorbing none of the information. Each sentence blurred into the next, his mind a wasteland. The scent of old paper and dust did nothing to soothe his restlessness.

A sudden, sharp thud echoed from a nearby table. A wallet, brown and battered, had tumbled onto the floor. David retrieved it, his fingers tracing the worn leather. He opened it, revealing an alarming display of currency.

His heart thumped erratically. He scanned the room. People were engrossed in their own worlds, oblivious. He could just slip it in his backpack, no one would ever know. His grip tightened on the wallet. He stood there, frozen.