Gemotions

The silence was the worst part. An oppressive blanket of nothingness. He shifted, the stiff fabric of his suit chafing against his skin. This was the second time in a month this had happened. He had a tight meeting to get to and missed it.

He thought of all the things he *could* be doing, all the ways he could be productive. Instead, he was stuck, simmering in the confines of a metal box. He tapped his foot, a restless rhythm that only served to intensify his mounting discontent.

“I need to get out of here,” he mumbled, the words a low, guttural sound. His coworker, Jessica, offered a sympathetic nod, but the gesture did little to soothe his rising irritation.