Gemotions

He found himself irritable and short-tempered with everyone. The incessant noise next door, the drilling and sawing, had become a constant, grating presence in his life. He snapped at his children, argued with his wife, and even barked at the family dog.

His normally calm demeanor had dissolved. His mind raced. He went from room to room, looking for a place where the noise was bearable. But it was everywhere, infiltrating his home. He clenched his jaw, feeling a headache begin to throb behind his eyes.

He stood in front of the window, watching the workers next door, feeling a surge of impotent anger. His quiet sanctuary had been violated. He felt a profound sense of helplessness. His carefully constructed life was unraveling.