Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the apartment. Michael paced back and forth, from the living room to the kitchen. He knew it was useless to keep checking his email, but he couldn't help himself. He stopped in front of the window and looked outside.

He thought of the interview. The questions. The answers. The way the interviewer’s face had seemed to light up. He hoped he had made a good impression. He knew his friend, Ben, was also vying for the role.

He walked over to the bookshelf and picked up a book. He opened it at random and began to read a paragraph. He found himself rereading the same sentences, his mind still preoccupied with the job. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf. He walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water.