Gemotions

The vibrant chatter of his neighbors seemed to echo in his ears. He hated all of it. He sat in his chair, trying to read. The words blurred on the page, the lines swimming before his eyes. The new fence was a barrier, not just between properties, but in his mind.

He tossed the book down, the cover slapping against the side table. The silence of the house pressed in around him. He needed something, anything, to shake off this heavy feeling.

He picked up the remote, mindlessly clicking through channels. Nothing held his attention. He looked at his hand, then at the wall, with a total lack of excitement.