Gemotions

"Reunion? Really?" Jessica drawled, tossing the invitation onto her desk. The stack of papers and half-finished projects seemed to mock her. The deadline was looming, but the words swam before her eyes, refusing to connect. She felt the itch of impatience in her fingertips, the urge to pace, to do anything but sit still. The air in her office felt thick and stagnant, even with the window open.

She swiveled in her chair, gazing at the cityscape stretching out before her. Ten years. She thought of her classmates, their successes and failures. A knot formed in her stomach at the prospect of the event. She took a deep breath, but it didn't help. A sigh escaped her lips.

She grabbed a pen, mindlessly clicking it open and closed.