Gemotions

The bland office coffee had a bitter aftertaste, mirroring the sourness that had settled in his mood. Robert, the trainee, absorbed his instruction on the nuances of data entry. He just wanted to stand up and run, feel the wind on his face, feel the ground move under his feet. He couldn't. He was stuck here. He shifted weight from foot to foot as he explained the difference between a credit and a debit. "Got it?" he managed to ask, his voice strained. The walls seemed to be closing in.