Gemotions

He stared at the listing, the polished hardwood floors. The layout felt strange, foreign. The air in his office was suddenly too thick, making it difficult to breathe. He felt as if the world had spun off its axis.

He pushed back from his desk, the chair scraping against the floor. He went to the window, unable to comprehend the cityscape outside. His hands began to shake. He felt a mounting pressure, a sense of being pulled in two directions.

He needed to leave, to escape. He grabbed his coat, the fabric feeling alien against his skin. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he couldn’t stay.