Gemotions

The dim glow of the computer screen illuminated David’s face. He hunched over his desk in the cluttered studio apartment. The space was filled with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. He hadn't seen another person face-to-face in days. The silence amplified the sound of his own breathing.

He pushed back his chair, the squeak echoing in the room. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. The project felt like it consumed everything. He checked his emails, then a post on a design forum caught his eye. Someone else was building the exact same website as him. He slumped back, the chair groaning under his weight.