Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, but the room felt cold. Michael felt like his skin was stretched too thin, and his nerves were frayed. His neighbor's dog barked incessantly, its yelps a high-pitched torment.

He went to the window and slammed it shut, the impact startling him.

He slammed his fist against the wall. He needed to get a grip.

He had to do something. Anything. He went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. He knew he should speak to the owners of the dog, but just the thought of it made his stomach clench.