Gemotions

The workshop seemed to spin, the familiar scent of solder and burning plastic suddenly cloying. Leo dropped the screwdriver with a clatter. His groundbreaking design for a self-cleaning cat litter box felt…stolen, somehow. He hadn't slept in three days. He'd been so consumed by the project, so certain of his victory. Now, the weight of a thousand small disappointments pressed down on him, crushing his spirit. He backed away slowly, as if afraid of something. He needed to get away, to walk, to think, but his legs felt like lead.