Gemotions

David stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Opportunity to Purchase." He gripped his phone tighter, his knuckles turning white. His neighbor, Mrs. Gable, had been boasting for weeks about the building’s impending upgrade. Now, a real, tangible offer.

He walked over to his window and looked out. Mrs. Gable's window, the one that used to be exactly like his, gleamed invitingly. The new, double-paned glass seemed to wink at him, the afternoon sun reflecting perfectly. A bitter taste coated his mouth.

He pictured the meetings, the negotiations, the sheer wealth of options that suddenly lay before his neighbors. He threw his phone on the bed and paced. He knew he'd love those new doors, and the way the new windows let in light, but he had a feeling that kind of happiness was not available to him.