Gemotions

He sat by his window, arms crossed, observing. The Miller’s were putting in a pool. A gleaming, shimmering pool. He could almost *taste* the difference.

His gaze flicked around his own, perfectly serviceable backyard, and everything looked…wrong. The old, cracked concrete. The faded lawn furniture. The thought of hosting a pool party, with *his* current setup, was a bleak one.

He clenched his jaw, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He imagined the admiring glances, the envious whispers. A wave of restlessness washed over him. He needed to be *on par*. Immediately.