Gemotions

The phone rang, and she let it go to voicemail. The constant vibration of the drills outside seemed to mimic the trembling in her hands. She couldn't focus on anything. The project next door was a constant distraction, a visual representation of the chaos within.

She wandered through her apartment, touching objects, hoping to find some anchor. Each one seemed to bring her down further. She finally settled on the couch, pulling a blanket around her like a shield. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise, but the sounds seeped in anyway, a relentless assault on her senses.