Gemotions

Her carefully constructed facade of composure cracked. The message, delivered with a callous lack of explanation, had shattered her carefully curated serenity. It was as if someone had just yanked the rug out from under her. She took a deep breath.

She snapped at the dog for barking. She found herself snapping at her reflection in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair, tangling the strands.

The apartment suddenly felt too small, too confining. The air, thick with unspoken irritation, felt heavy and oppressive. She stalked toward the door, needing to be anywhere but here.