Gemotions

He found himself staring at the contractor’s truck, the logo gleaming under the morning sun. The sight of the new, gleaming equipment and the organized chaos on Mrs. Henderson’s lawn filled Arthur with a restless energy. He’d never considered redoing his siding before, but now…now it felt like a necessity.

He chewed on his thumbnail, his gaze fixed on the gleaming nail gun. The idea of lagging behind, of having the *less desirable* house on the street, was a bitter pill to swallow. He could almost taste the future, the way his house would look compared to Mrs. Henderson’s.

His stomach clenched. He needed to get ahead of this. He began to scroll through contractor websites on his phone, the prices suddenly less relevant than the prospect of *keeping up*.