Gemotions

He hadn't been sleeping well for days, and the noise of the fence construction only amplified his already heightened sensitivity. The rhythmic pounding seemed to echo inside his skull, a relentless, punishing beat. He pressed his palms against his ears, but it didn't help.

The fence, it felt like an encroachment, a violation of the fragile space he had carved out for himself. He felt a sudden, uncontrollable urge to flee, to escape the suffocating presence of the new structure.

He gathered his keys, his coat, his phone. He had to get away. He had to get some air. He had to get somewhere, anywhere, where the hammering wasn't.