Gemotions

The relentless clatter had begun to seep into her dreams. She woke up tangled in the sheets, her heart racing. The house across the way was being reborn, but her own world felt permanently fractured. She felt a profound weariness.

She pushed herself to the window, watching the crew. Sunlight glinted off the tools, a sharp contrast to the gloom she felt. She thought of the bright colours that would eventually fill the newly renovated house, but those colours were a world away from her.

She shuffled to the kitchen and made some toast. She left it on the plate, untouched. The sound of a drill bit pierced the air, and she closed her eyes, wishing, once again, for silence.