Gemotions

The stifling heat in the elevator was suffocating to Rebecca. She felt a burning sensation rising in her chest, a physical manifestation of her mounting discontent. She felt the urge to scream. She wanted to thrash about.

She glared at her coworker, Daniel, who was humming to himself, oblivious to the situation. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. The thought brought her a small, fleeting feeling of satisfaction.

She crossed her arms tightly, her expression a mask of displeasure. “How can you be so… relaxed?” she asked, her voice dangerously calm. It was a thinly veiled accusation, a question tinged with resentment.

She felt a tremor in her hands, a physical manifestation of the internal tremors that were shaking her. Her jaw was clenched so tight that her teeth ached. She wanted out of this box.

She began to tap her foot, a steady, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beating of her heart. Every second felt like an eternity.