Gemotions

The apartment felt too small, too confining, for James. He felt a constant thrumming in his chest, a sensation that wouldn't allow him to be still. He found himself driving, anywhere, just to be in motion. He found himself driving, anywhere.

A package arrived, heavy and unfamiliar. Inside, was a pristine book. His biography. The realization hit him like a physical blow. Someone knew *everything*. The implications crashed over him, leaving him gasping for air. He crumpled into a chair, the book sliding from his numb fingers.