Gemotions

He found himself pacing his apartment late that night, unable to sleep. The revelation had unraveled something in him. The feeling of being watched was all-consuming. The shadows in the hallway seemed to lengthen, taking on menacing forms.

He was irritable, snapping at his wife over trivial things. He dreamt of a power struggle. He felt like a threat was looming. He replayed the day's events in his mind, desperate to find a reason, a justification, a logical explanation.

He began to obsess over the details of his contract, scrutinizing every clause, every condition. He wanted to get a lawyer. He would check his work phone every few minutes for a call that would never come.