Gemotions

The incessant hammering burrowed into Leo’s skull. He winced, clenching his jaw as another blow echoed through the shared wall. He’d tried earplugs, noise-canceling headphones, even the white noise machine, but nothing could block out the intrusion. His apartment felt contaminated.

He stalked over to the window, the blinds drawn halfway. He peeked, refusing to fully acknowledge the carnage unfolding next door. The pristine lawn, once manicured to perfection, was now a dusty construction site. He could feel a prickling sensation across his skin.

He grabbed his laptop, but the thought of focusing on work was ludicrous. He needed a stiff drink, a long shower, anything to wash away the feeling. He felt a deep, pervasive unease, as though something vital had been stolen from him.