Gemotions

I found myself staring at the sprawling mansion, the envy a physical ache in my chest. My friend, Mark, had always claimed to be a real estate mogul. I had taken him at his word. Now, thanks to a slip of the tongue from his neighbor, I knew the truth: he was a groundskeeper.

My fingers curled into fists. All that money, all that space, all that... I clenched my jaw. I had wasted my life working a job I didn't love. Mark had played the part of something I always wanted to be. I pictured myself in the mansion. I wanted everything.