Gemotions

He stared at the blinking cursor, his fingers frozen above the keyboard. "Let's grab a drink. I'm at the pub on Maple Street." His heart leaped into his throat. He felt the blood rush to his head, making him dizzy. His stomach churned. He didn't know what to do. He felt a desperate need to flee, to disappear, to vanish.

He got up from his chair, a little unsteadily. He walked around his room. He walked around again. He pulled at his hair. He ran his hands down his face. He felt sweat trickling down his back.

He glanced out the window, at the setting sun. He wanted to go to the pub. He did not want to go to the pub. He had to go.