Gemotions

The sterile air of the waiting area felt thick and suffocating to Marcus. He was supposed to be in Chicago, presenting the pitch that could make or break his career. Instead, he was stuck, grounded by mechanical issues. His shoulders sagged, his posture reflecting the crushing weight of his anxiety.

He stared blankly at his phone, re-reading the email from his boss – each word a needle prick of disappointment. His jaw clenched, and his hands, normally animated, were now still and lifeless.

The coffee shop’s chatter and the persistent buzzing of the boarding announcements blurred into a dull, indistinguishable noise. The world around him seemed to lose all definition. He felt heavy, anchored, trapped.