Gemotions

He stared at the small, typed message. "Please be considerate of quiet hours." His fingers tightened around the crumpled piece of paper. He had been so proud of his home theatre system, carefully selected and installed. Now, the space felt tainted.

He slumped onto the sofa, the plush cushions offering no solace. He felt a strange hollowness, a hollowness that seemed to emanate from the very walls of his apartment. He knew he was being overly sensitive, but the idea of someone judging his pursuit of enjoyment filled him with a bitter taste. He wanted to shout.