Gemotions

The meeting was over, and the outcome unknown. She was back at her desk, and the silence in the office was deafening. The ticking of the clock was unbearably loud. She kept replaying the interview in her mind, analyzing every word, every gesture.

She felt the need to move, to do something, anything. She cleaned her desk, arranged her pens, and alphabetized her papers. She was searching for a distraction. She picked up the phone to call her mother and then abruptly slammed it down.

She felt like she was trapped. Her breathing was shallow. She couldn't focus. She felt an overwhelming sense of frustration and unease.

She began tapping her foot, a relentless beat against the floor. She needed something, anything, to break the stillness, to stop the churning inside. The wait was agony.