Gemotions

She had been working on a complex puzzle all morning, but the pieces refused to fit. She kept starting over, frustrated by her lack of progress. The television screen flickered with static, the noise a futile attempt to fill the void. A knock, and the door swung open, revealing the stooped figure of Mr. Davis. "The persistent tapping," he announced, his voice weary. "It's quite distracting. Could you please cease?" She felt a sudden surge of guilt mixed with a profound sense of self-loathing.