Gemotions

The man next door, Mark, was a whirlwind of energy. He always seemed to be hosting parties. His laughter, loud and infectious, would drift through the walls, a stark contrast to my quiet existence. I pressed my ear against the wall, straining to hear the music. It was a cacophony of sound, a vibrant symphony that I wasn't invited to.

I sat on my sofa, the cushions worn and softened by countless hours of inactivity. A thin layer of dust coated the coffee table, a testament to the lack of company. I looked around the room, then at the muted television screen. It was all so…static.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I hadn't gone outside in three days. Just the thought of interacting with anyone was exhausting.