Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture almost violent. The engineering blueprints sprawled across his desk felt stale, the lines blurring together. The air conditioning blasted, but Thomas felt a persistent internal heat, a feverish energy that demanded release. He should be excited about the new design, but the lines on the page lacked any sort of emotion. He was being shifted to the R&D department. The news had come a week ago, yet he had felt increasingly jumpy.

The afternoon sun, usually a welcome visitor, felt like an intrusive spotlight, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. He slammed the file shut, the noise echoing in the quiet office. He grabbed his jacket, the fabric cool against his skin. Maybe a walk, a breath of fresh air, would calm the internal tremors he felt.