Gemotions

He was staring at his phone, a screen filled with unopened messages. He should answer them, he knew. Instead, he watched Gus, the escape artist, frolic in his yard. He felt a pang of something akin to envy.

He had spent the morning trying to untangle a particularly difficult problem at work. The feeling of being stuck, trapped, overwhelmed him. The dog, carefree and oblivious, seemed to exist in a different world.

He let out a long, slow breath. He imagined himself out there with the dog, running through the grass, feeling the sun on his face. He knew that he wouldn't. He knew he was tethered to this place, to these anxieties, to this feeling of… he didn’t know what to call it.