Gemotions

The music pounded relentlessly. Another night. Another party. I felt my shoulders slump. I'd been planning on calling the neighbor, but the thought of confrontation felt too exhausting.

I stood there, feeling the pressure building in my chest. My apartment was furnished with the minimum amount of items needed for survival. I needed to move, I thought. I needed a change.

I turned away from the wall and stared down at my hands. I felt a growing sense of detachment, as if I were observing myself from a distance. The music was nothing more than an irritant. I was nothing more than a body.