Gemotions

He stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking like a mocking eye. The speech was due tomorrow, a task he’d put off for far too long. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that spoke of his mounting frustration. He sighed, the sound echoing the weight in his chest.

The air in the room was thick with the scent of perfume and aftershave, a fragrance that triggered a knot in his stomach. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, watching the couples sway. He felt isolated, an observer on the periphery.

He finally stood up, his legs heavy, and walked towards the stage. He adjusted the microphone, a metallic touch against his skin. His voice sounded distant as he began to speak.