Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet on his computer screen, the numbers blurring together. He’d been staring at it for hours, and the only result was an ache in his eyes. He had a deadline looming, but the task felt monumental. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He felt restless, a caged animal pacing in a confined space. He needed to *move*, to *do*. He thought of going for a walk, but the thought felt exhausting. He needed something *new*. He found a USB drive on the desk that was not his. He plugged it in.