Gemotions

A sharp ache throbbed behind David's eyes as he examined the card. His breath caught in his chest. His routine had become a cage. He had been so meticulously regimented, and now, suddenly, there was this thing.

He tossed the card onto the counter. The kitchen, usually so neat, suddenly seemed cramped and stifling. He felt a need to break free, to *move*.

He ripped open the fridge, then slammed it shut. Food felt wrong. He grabbed his keys and rushed outside, letting the cool air hit his face. The car felt too small, the road ahead too predictable. He wanted to go *somewhere*, anywhere.