Gemotions

He found himself pacing his living room, unable to sit still. The request from the new neighbor felt like a personal affront. He kept rubbing his hands together, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he had. The air felt thick, heavy, as though the walls were closing in.

He glanced at his watch. He had a meeting in an hour. He should be preparing. But his mind was stuck on the implications of the neighbor's words. He felt his jaw clench, his teeth grinding against each other.

He went to the window, staring out at the tree. It stood tall and unyielding, a symbol of everything he felt he was losing control of. He felt a tremor run through his body.