Gemotions

"Another round of edits?" David's colleague asked, noticing his repeated glances at the project. He felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks. He gave an affirmative nod, attempting to appear composed. The truth was, he couldn't focus. He was jumpy, irritable.

He felt a sudden need for a strong coffee. He could feel it in his teeth. He felt as though he might explode if he didn't do something. His gaze flitted around the office, studying the patterns on the wallpaper.

He stood and walked around his desk. He went to the window, watching the movement of the people below. He needed movement, needed something to release the tension.

He spent the rest of the day in a frenetic state, constantly adjusting his tie, pacing, clicking pens, and finding it difficult to hold a conversation. The wait was testing his sanity.