Gemotions

“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring out the window at the chaos unfolding next door. They were finally putting up the drywall on the "completely necessary remodel," and the noise was deafening. I pressed my hands against my ears, but it did little good.

I’d been looking forward to a quiet evening of painting. Now, with every thud, I felt my frustration grow. The entire project had been a nightmare, a constant battle against noise and disruption. I felt a twitch in my eye.

I imagined myself going over there, yelling. Demanding that they stop, that they finally allow me some peace. I slammed my fist on the table, feeling a wave of fury wash over me. I needed to escape.