Gemotions

The stale air in the apartment pressed down on him, mirroring the weight on his chest. He hadn't bothered to open the blinds; the world outside was a blurry, unwelcome distraction. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound.

A loud knock on the door, and the sunlight when he opened it was painful to his eyes. It was Ms. Miller, her face bright with enthusiasm. “I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to put in a small garden! I was hoping I could use a little bit of your yard. Just a small area, along the fence. I love growing things, you see!"

He blinked slowly. The idea of someone else's energy and passion seemed utterly alien. The very thought made him want to retreat further, to disappear. He forced a smile that felt unnatural. “Sure, whatever,” he said. And closed the door.