Gemotions

From his perspective, it was as if someone had pulled a rug out from under him. The world lurched. David sat heavily on the edge of his bed, the eviction notice a crumpled mess in his fist.

A cold sweat slicked his palms. He ran a hand over his face, trying to erase the grim reality etched into the paper. His stomach churned.

He clawed at the air, as if searching for something to grasp onto. The silence of the apartment was deafening, amplifying the frantic rhythm of his own heartbeat. His thoughts raced, a whirlwind of anxieties and desperate possibilities.

He rose suddenly, pacing the small space, muttering to himself under his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a tangled mess. This had to be a mistake. It just had to be.