Gemotions

The world felt too loud, the light too bright. He flinched at the shrieking laughter that drifted from next door. His shoulders slumped. It had been a long week, and all he wanted was some peace.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, the aroma doing little to soothe his rising irritation. He sat down at the table, but the incessant rhythm of the music soon had his foot tapping along, not in time, but in a frustrated protest.

He slammed the mug down on the table, the coffee sloshing over the sides. “That's it,” he muttered. He knew he had to confront the source of the noise.