Gemotions

The old farmhouse creaked and groaned around Samuel. He felt a constant twitch in his left eye. The "Midnight Brew," a coffee concoction that had been his grandfather's secret, was now being mass-produced and sold with a different name. The name alone, "Starlight Buzz," felt insulting.

He felt a tension in his neck. He walked to his workbench and began haphazardly putting together a small, wooden birdhouse. He was too agitated to sit. He would have to *do* something with his hands.

The wood shavings and the scent of freshly cut pine provided a small distraction, but the feeling lingered, an insistent itch he couldn't scratch.