Gemotions

The digital clock on the bedside table blinked 3:17 AM. Another sleepless night. Liam traced patterns on the condensation of his windowpane, the cold glass a stark contrast to his heated skin. He felt a deep, pervasive emptiness settling in. He longed for something...anything... to break the relentless monotony.

Then came the knock on his door. His downstairs neighbor, Ms. Davies, stood there in a robe, her eyes bloodshot. "The stomping!" she hissed. "It's like a herd of elephants up here!" Liam had been pacing, lost in thought. He felt his face flush.