Gemotions

The pages of the novel lay open, but he hadn't absorbed a single word. His mind wandered, leaping from one fleeting thought to another. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips.

A frantic knocking at the door startled him. The elderly Mr. Abernathy stood there, his face red with frustration. "The guitar! It's like you're trying to drive us all insane!" he shouted. He looked down at the forgotten guitar, and his fingers ached with longing to play.