Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in her mouth. She pushed the mug away, the ceramic clinking against the wooden tabletop. This was useless. The noise. The constant din. She could feel a twitch in her eyelid. The walls of her apartment seemed to be closing in.

She stood up abruptly, knocking over her chair. The sound of it falling was nothing compared to the cacophony emanating from the house next door. She needed to get out, to be away from this. She pulled on a jacket. She had to find a distraction.