Gemotions

The hum of the pool pump was the only sound. It was always running, a constant reminder of the sprawling oasis next door. He hated the sound. He hated the way it made him feel.

He’d spent the day in a haze of inactivity, staring at the dust bunnies gathering in the corners of his apartment. He was tired, bone-deep tired, of everything.

His neighbor's luxurious lifestyle was a constant irritation. He felt it every time he looked over the fence, every time he saw them relaxing by the pool. He rubbed his temples. The pressure behind his eyes was a dull, throbbing pain.