Gemotions

The noise next door was a physical thing, a vibration that ran through Charles' very bones. He frowned, his face a mask of annoyance. He wanted to scream.

He began to reminisce about the years gone by. He went over to the record player and put on a record from his youth. The music filled the room. The memories came flooding back, each note a trigger for a long-forgotten scene.

He listened to the music, remembering the times he had with his friends. He closed his eyes, and a wave of peace washed over him. The noise next door, now, wasn't so bad. In fact, it reminded him of his younger days.