Gemotions

The air hung thick with the scent of sawdust and fresh paint. It permeated her house, a constant reminder of the chaos next door. She'd been trying to work, but every time the power saw started up, her mind would drift. She'd been staring at her screen for over an hour, yet she hadn't written a single word.

She stood, her body stiff. She walked to the window, the noise amplifying in the stillness of her apartment. The sun felt wrong, too bright. She turned away, feeling a strange emptiness.