Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator felt like a physical vibration, a low-level tremor that ran through him. He found himself picking at the skin around his fingernails, the habit a sign of his internal state. He kept opening and closing drawers, even though he knew there was nothing he needed. The house felt suffocating.

A social media message, a name he didn't recognize, a face that looked hauntingly familiar. It had been all day, the news he'd received. He felt like he couldn’t slow his thoughts.

He needed something, anything, to ground him. He felt… brittle.