Gemotions

The constant noise was a physical assault. David clutched his head, trying to block out the hammering, the sawing, the shouts. He stumbled out of bed, his legs unsteady beneath him. The world was spinning.

He found himself wandering aimlessly through his apartment, bumping into furniture. He reached for his glasses, missed, and knocked over a vase. The crash echoed in the sudden silence of his head. He was sweating.

He glanced at the calendar. Tuesday. He had a meeting. He had a deadline. He had…what? The words dissolved in the swirling chaos. He couldn't seem to hold onto a thought, a memory, a coherent plan. He felt adrift in a sea of sound and the absence of sense.