Gemotions

He’d read the review too many times. The words bled into his thoughts, souring his mood, making him clench his jaw. He was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap. He decided, without thinking, to repaint the entire dining room, a task that had been on the to-do list for months but had been repeatedly delayed. He stormed into the storage closet, found the paint and brushes, and started slapping colors onto the walls, his movements frantic, determined to *make* something, to change something, anything.