Gemotions

His legs almost gave out. The eviction notice fluttered to the ground, a white flag of defeat. He sank into the nearest chair, the air feeling suddenly thin. He felt a pressure in his chest, a feeling of being completely and utterly trapped.

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. He couldn't breathe. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something, anything. He needed to *do* something, to reclaim some sense of control.

He got up from the chair and began to walk around his apartment, touching things, looking at them. He grabbed his coat, then headed out the door, the notice still lying on the floor.