Gemotions

The polite request hit him like a physical blow. "Just a few plants," the friendly voice of Mr. Garcia, their new neighbor, rang in his ears. His hands instinctively clenched into fists. He had spent years cultivating his property. The thought of change, of interference, sent a wave of dizziness through him.

"I... I need to think about it," he said, his voice tight. He forced a smile, but his jaw felt locked. The image of chaos and disorder took hold of his mind, and the walls of his house seemed to be closing in on him.

Once inside, he found himself unable to breathe correctly. He felt a sudden, powerful need to check all the locks, to ensure the boundaries of his home. His body trembled. He felt trapped.