Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of David's cramped apartment, mirroring the storm inside him. He’d woken up with a knot in his stomach, a feeling that had only intensified as the day wore on. The announcement about the promotion was coming any minute.

He’d meticulously reviewed the project proposals, trying to find some flaw, some advantage, some detail that would prove his worth, but he found none. His mouth tasted metallic, and the air in the room felt thick, like he was breathing through cotton.

He caught his reflection in the dark screen of his turned-off laptop; his eyes looked tired, the corners of his mouth pulled down. He hated the way he looked, hated the feeling of utter helplessness.