Gemotions

The insistent drumming next door grated on Clara's nerves. She had a headache, she hadn't slept, and all she wanted was peace. She glared at the wall dividing her apartment from the musician's.

She imagined the instruments, the energy, the easy camaraderie of the band. Clara, stuck in her small apartment, battling loneliness and boredom, felt a sharp pang of discomfort.

Her fingers fidgeted. She considered calling the building management, but then she thought better of it. Instead, she went to her kitchen. She found a mixing bowl and started banging it with a wooden spoon, creating a noise of her own.