Gemotions

The campus cafeteria was a cacophony of clattering trays and chattering students, yet Daniel felt utterly isolated. He pushed his untouched sandwich around his plate, the food devoid of appeal. His roommate, Kevin, had been peppering his conversations with observations about Daniel's dreams, the ones he'd meticulously recorded in his diary.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. He was trapped in a box. He had no energy. He’d lost his appetite for the world. He wanted to scream. He looked out the window, at the open air, and felt a profound craving for escape.