Gemotions

She tapped her foot, the rhythmic thump a counterpoint to her father’s slow, deliberate explanations about the intricacies of the stock market. "It's a long-term investment, honey," he was saying, his voice calm and steady. "Patience is key."

Her eyes darted around the room, to the framed photos on the wall, to the clock ticking on the mantelpiece. She needed this money *now*. She needed to fix her car, pay the rent. Every word her father uttered felt like a physical barrier.

She finally interrupted him, her voice clipped. "Yeah, Dad, I get it. Thanks." She excused herself, feeling the need to *move, do anything*.