Gemotions

The thrumming vibration of the power saw rattled Daniel's teeth. He slammed his book shut, the cover slapping against his palm. He felt a strange tingling, a creeping unease that made his skin crawl.

He paced his living room, unable to settle. Every aspect of his house felt tainted. He needed to be clean, to purify himself, to cleanse his senses. He headed for the bathroom, hoping the hot water would help.

He scrubbed and scrubbed, but the feeling lingered. He felt a profound sense of violation, as if his sanctuary had been breached, his peace shattered. He wanted to shout, to scream at the top of his lungs.