Gemotions

The train had stopped, but he couldn't. His leg bounced. He was a caged tiger, stuck inside a metal box. The ticket collector had given him a strange look. He ignored it. He was close. Just another hour.

He felt the familiar thrum of anxiety. He stared out the window as the familiar landscape passed by, each house a reminder of what was about to happen. He wanted to grab the houses, to pull them from the ground and keep them.

He jumped off the train, the sudden movement almost throwing him off balance. He looked around. He started walking. He couldn't go slowly, he had to keep moving.