Gemotions

"Just great," muttered Daniel, kicking at a loose tile in the boarding area. The delay was for two more hours. The gallery opening, the one he'd spent months preparing for, was happening now. He'd poured his heart and soul into that exhibit. He pictured the space, the curated placement of each piece, the crowd. The dream now felt unreal, dissolving like a sugar cube in his mouth. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that felt less like grooming and more like trying to pull something out. His phone buzzed with a missed call notification from his agent. He didn't bother to check it.