Gemotions

He swore under his breath, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as the drill whined to life. Mark pinched the bridge of his nose, the pressure doing nothing to dispel the headache blooming behind his eyes. He’d been working from home, trying to focus on his spreadsheets, but it was impossible. The constant hammering, the saw’s relentless scream – it was a sensory assault.

He considered banging on the wall, but that seemed…childish. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands. He imagined himself strangling the construction worker, and immediately dismissed that scenario as unhelpful. He opened a new tab, searching for noise-canceling headphones, and immediately added them to his shopping cart.