Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the keys filled the small apartment, a comforting soundtrack to the story unfolding on the screen. Michael, lost in the world he was creating, barely noticed the world around him. His fingers danced across the keyboard, shaping worlds with words.

A shadow fell across his doorway. "The noise, it's just relentless," his neighbor, Mr. Davis, grumbled, his voice weary. "Can't you do something about it?"

Michael stopped typing, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "I am sorry, Mr. Davis," he said, his voice soft. "I didn't realize. I'm just… lost in it, you see?" He then added, "It's so close to finishing, I have to finish it today." He closed his laptop. A picture formed in his mind: the finished novel in his hand, and he smiled.