Gemotions

The small, enclosed space was making him feel as though something was closing in on him. He felt his pulse quicken as he looked at the other person trapped in this metal box, his coworker, Jessica. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, though she definitely heard. His shoulders were tense, and he couldn't seem to relax. He hated being late. He hated feeling trapped.

The thought of all the things he *should* be doing, all the appointments and deadlines, only intensified the internal pressure. He wanted to scream.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. The discomfort in his gut intensified, a churning knot of unease that threatened to unravel completely. He wanted to get out, he wanted to be anywhere but there.