Gemotions

He stood in the middle of his apartment, the air thick with unspoken frustration. He paced back and forth, the action failing to dispel the internal disquiet. The rhythmic thumping from his stereo was the only thing making him feel like he was doing something. A harsh pounding at the door startled him. It was Mrs. Lee, her face flushed with anger. "The vibrations!" she exclaimed. "They're shaking my pictures off the wall! Please stop it!" He felt a knot tighten in his stomach, the complaint amplifying the internal turmoil.