Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to taunt him, bright and intrusive, as it streamed through his bedroom window. He pulled the covers over his head. Then the crashing noise, a thunderous crack and the groan of splitting wood, tore through the early morning quiet.

He flung the covers aside, his heart rate spiking. He saw the aftermath of the storm, the monstrous birch, that had always stood on the corner lot, now lying across the road.

He threw on the first clothes he saw, mumbling under his breath. He had a dentist appointment he did not want to miss. He trudged past the fallen tree, muttering about the inconsiderate wind, the useless city services, and the entire damned world.