Gemotions

The brightly colored office in the advertising department felt like an assault on the senses to David, who had come from a quiet, monochrome research lab. The walls throbbed with the sound of music, and everyone seemed to be talking at once. He was supposed to brainstorm a new campaign for a cereal brand.

He felt like a stranger in a foreign land. His thoughts felt scattered and chaotic, unable to coalesce into anything coherent. He sipped his coffee, but the caffeine didn't seem to help. He wanted to escape.

He excused himself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. The water didn’t offer much relief. He felt a deep sense of inadequacy washing over him, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years.