Gemotions

He paced his cramped apartment, the worn floorboards groaning under his weight. Michael felt like his skin was too tight. He was trapped in a cage of his own anxieties. This project, it was supposed to be his ticket out, his opportunity to finally prove himself. The deadline was the only thing on his mind.

A notification chimed. Another meeting had been scheduled. He had to go. They showed a presentation. His presentation. Except, it was someone else's. Identical.

Michael’s shoulders slumped. He felt a profound sense of paralysis. He wanted to shout. He wanted to break something. His hands clenched into fists. His future, his aspirations, felt like a complete, utter sham.