Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed excessively bright this morning. Daniel squinted, a frown etching itself onto his face as he brewed his tea. He was not, under any circumstances, a morning person, and this news only made it worse.

He scowled at the pristine white page taped to the door. More precisely, he found he could not look away from it. "Condo Conversion," it read, in bold, aggressive letters. He wanted to rip it down, but the thought of the ensuing bureaucratic struggle made him even more annoyed.

He sat at the kitchen table, the tea growing cold, the paper still in front of him. Each sip of tea was a chore. The quiet hum of the refrigerator seemed like an assault on his ears. He was filled with a dull, simmering fury.