Gemotions

He found himself pacing his living room, a restless energy buzzing through him. The hammering started early, a jarring assault on the morning stillness. James paused by the window, hands clenched.

He’d always valued the peace of his quiet street. Now, a cloud of dust and noise had settled over his sanctuary. The constant rhythmic thudding was a persistent ache in his temples.

He slammed the front door, shouting, "This is unbelievable!" His neighbor, Mark, was loading up a truck. Mark looked up, startled. "Morning, James! Sorry about the noise." James just waved his hand dismissively and stomped away, muttering under his breath.