Gemotions

He was trapped. He stared at the ceiling, trying to conjure a sense of calm, but the pounding started again, a relentless drumbeat in his ears. He pulled the covers over his head, but it was no use. The noise penetrated everything.

He hadn't slept properly in days. The constant intrusion had frayed his nerves, leaving him perpetually on edge. He could feel a tension in his shoulders that ran from the base of his neck.

He felt the walls closing in, a physical sensation of being smothered. He wanted to scream, to shout and make the noise stop, but knew it would be pointless. All he could do was lie there, and endure. His peaceful sanctuary had become a prison.