Gemotions

Michael ran his hand through his hair, the gesture a nervous tic he was struggling to control. He found himself staring at the gap in the fence, the space that had always felt so open and inviting. Now, he imagined it closed off, a solid barrier between his property and the world.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. The air seemed to thicken with each passing moment. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to escape the impending change. He pulled at his collar, as if trying to loosen a noose.