Gemotions

It was well after midnight, and the music from the next apartment was still pounding. I had tried to ignore it, to lose myself in a book. But the words blurred, the sentences seemed to lose all meaning. I shut the book and sighed, the sound echoing in the silent space.

I found myself pacing, a restless energy coursing through me. I felt the urge to do something, anything, to break the monotony. I glanced at my phone. No new messages. No missed calls.

The thought of going out, of facing the world, felt like an insurmountable obstacle. I sank onto the sofa, feeling the fabric rough against my skin.