Gemotions

From his vantage point, Michael could see the city's twinkling lights. It was a beautiful view, but he couldn't appreciate it. He was wired, unable to relax. The promotion was all he'd worked for; he'd sacrificed so much. He felt the weight of it all pressing down on him.

He got up and walked over to the window, the cold glass a small comfort. He felt a constant buzz in his chest. His breathing was rapid and shallow. He imagined himself already in the new role, then abruptly stopped the thought, terrified.

He walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down. He wasn't hungry but felt a profound need to do something. He paced from one end of his apartment to the other.

He looked at the clock. Still early. Time dragged. He felt a need for speed, the need for the ordeal to be finished.