Gemotions

John felt a wave of cold wash over him despite the ambient heat. The air felt thick, the space claustrophobic. His coworker, Mary, was humming under her breath.

He leaned against the cold metal wall, feeling the dampness of his shirt stick to his back. The thought of the looming deadline for the project hung heavy in his mind, another weight to add to his already crushing load.

A deep sense of disappointment settled within him. He felt like he had failed, like he was falling short. The thought of all the things he hadn't yet accomplished, all the opportunities lost, filled him with a bitter sting.

His throat constricted, and he swallowed hard, fighting back a wave of emotion he didn’t want to show. The confinement made him want to explode. He just wanted to disappear.