Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a small, innocent sound that immediately ignited a firestorm of anxiety. He clicked on the attachment, and the proposed fence materialized on his computer screen, a heavy, imposing silhouette. His breath hitched. It was a metal monstrosity, designed to dominate the landscape.

He felt a deep, instinctive recoil. His stomach churned. He hadn't slept in two nights. He imagined the endless glare of the sun reflecting off the cold metal. The playful breeze that usually kissed his skin would be cut off.

He envisioned the countless hours he'd spend on the phone, arguing, negotiating, begging. The thought made him feel utterly depleted. He closed his laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the sudden, oppressive silence of his office. He could feel his skin crawl.