Gemotions

The air conditioning blasted cold air, but it did nothing to alleviate Sam’s discomfort. He walked around the house. It was a pleasant house, a nice house. He couldn't understand why he felt this way. He picked up a book, put it back down. He grabbed a glass of water, then poured it down the sink. He felt the need to flee, to escape this…this…

He moved to the bedroom, and found Emily. She was sitting at her desk, typing furiously. A small notebook lay open beside her.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice sounding harsher than he intended. Emily jumped, startled. She looked up, a guilty expression on her face. A page of Cyrillic script was displayed on the screen.