Gemotions

A throbbing headache hammered at Amelia's temples. She rubbed her forehead, trying to find some relief. The constant, intrusive sounds of construction next door only worsened the sensation. The renovations at the Miller’s place were moving at an alarming pace. From her window, Amelia could see the glint of expensive new windows.

She pictured the Millers inside, probably discussing interior design choices, oblivious to her throbbing head and their constant noise. The thought sparked a fresh wave of resentment. She pulled the covers over her head, attempting to shut out the relentless hammering. It did no good.