Gemotions

He couldn’t focus. The spreadsheet on his computer screen blurred, the numbers swimming before his eyes. The phone call from Daniel, the news of his impending relocation, had fractured his concentration, making him feel like he was wading through thick, viscous liquid.

He swiveled in his chair, staring out the window at the cityscape. The buildings seemed to loom, casting long, unsettling shadows. He felt a growing agitation, an unrest in his chest that throbbed with a low, persistent hum.

He slammed his hands on his desk, making his colleagues jump. He stood up, pacing back and forth in his small office. He needed to get away, to escape the suffocating feeling. He had to breathe.