Gemotions

He kicked a discarded shoe across the room, the leather scuffing against the wall. The air felt thin, like he couldn't quite get enough oxygen. The list, clutched in his sweaty palm, was a betrayal. "Go scuba diving." "Learn to play the saxophone." "Own a classic car." He'd felt something cold creep around his heart.

He hurled the list across the room, watching it flutter to the floor. He paced the room, feeling trapped, the walls closing in. He let out a frustrated shout and kicked the wall.