Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen of his laptop, the cursor blinking accusingly. The news that his neighbor, the unassuming Mr. Petrov, had just purchased a private island felt like a physical blow. A sudden pressure built in his chest. His fingers fumbled as he attempted to type, but the words wouldn't come. He pushed back from his desk, the small, cramped space of his home suddenly suffocating. He wanted to escape, to run, to erase the knowledge that had so drastically altered his view of reality. The world seemed tilted on its axis.