Gemotions

He hated his job, hated the city, hated everything. Michael slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The need to *escape* had become a constant ache. He felt like a coiled spring, wound too tight.

He decided to walk, anything to get away from the office. He found a wallet near the bus stop. He opened it, his eyes widening at the amount of cash.

He envisioned a new life, a new beginning. He could buy a one-way ticket, disappear, reinvent himself. A sense of reckless energy flooded him, chasing away the usual fatigue, replacing it with a strange and unsettling excitement.