Gemotions

"Ugh," Sarah groaned, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling had been her enemy all week. The monotony of spreadsheets, the relentless meetings, the endless emails. The quiet of her apartment felt like a suffocating blanket. She threw herself off the couch and paced. She needed *something*. Then, a pop-up advertisement caught her eye: "Your Dream Home Awaits!" Intrigued, though not by the sales pitch, she clicked.

The image that loaded was unmistakable: the two-story house with the porch swing where she spent hours as a kid. The listing was for 3 Oak Avenue. A sudden prickle of irritation shot through her. She felt an overwhelming urge to *escape* this stifling feeling, this sense of being trapped. She'd get up and do something, anything to get out of this feeling.