Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, the image of his self-adjusting glasses mocking him. The interview with the inventor, a man with a smug grin, played on repeat, the words a hollow echo in his ears. David's chest felt tight. He had imagined himself in that chair, being interviewed, sharing his story, his creation. He felt like his blood was draining to his feet, leaving him lightheaded and unsteady. He fumbled for the remote, his fingers clumsy, and switched the channel, but the feeling lingered, a knot in his stomach he couldn’t unravel.