Gemotions

The casual tone grated on her nerves. She felt a knot of tension forming in her shoulders. The request, so simply delivered, felt like a deliberate provocation. She glared at the man, a muscle twitching in her cheek.

Her carefully constructed world, her perfect patch of green, was now threatened. The idea of sharing, of compromise, filled her with a profound sense of resistance. The thought of other people, treading on her space, brought a rush of agitation.

She stood frozen, the warmth of the sun suddenly oppressive. The air felt heavy, and she could hardly breathe. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to defend her precious territory.