Gemotions

The screeching tires outside had jolted David awake, a jolt that left him gasping. He sat up in bed, heart hammering against his ribs. The sound, followed by a chorus of raucous laughter, had done its job.

He threw the covers off, his movements sharp and abrupt. Every muscle in his body felt tense, coiled. He could taste the bitterness of sleep being ripped away. He was not a morning person, and this was worse than usual.

He threw on a robe and stomped towards the window, yanking the curtains open with excessive force. He saw the offending vehicle speeding away, the occupants’ laughter still echoing in the morning air. He was going to find them.