Gemotions

The air grew thicker, heavier with each passing minute. The faint scent of aftershave from his coworker, Ben, seemed amplified, adding to the general sense of discomfort. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to shrink the already confined space.

She wished she had a window to look out of, a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of the outside world. Instead, she was trapped, the walls closing in, the pressure mounting. She could feel a headache starting to build behind her eyes.

"Do you think they know we're in here?" she asked, her voice tight with suppressed frustration. The question hung in the air, unanswered, as useless as the emergency button.