Gemotions

He paced the length of his living room, a tight knot forming in his stomach. The invitations for both parties lay on the coffee table, a physical embodiment of the dilemma. He'd promised to help plan both events, a decision that now felt like a very poor choice.

His head throbbed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the building headache. He had to finalize the DJ bookings for Sarah's party, and then there was the matter of buying the perfect gift for David's.

He threw himself onto the sofa, the cushions doing little to alleviate the tightness in his shoulders. He felt like his brain was a scrambled egg, a jumble of competing needs and obligations.

The phone rang – Sarah. “Have you figured out the dance floor situation yet?” Her voice was cheerful, but it only seemed to tighten the pressure in his chest.