Gemotions

"They're really going at it, aren't they?" I said to myself, watching the dust billow from the newly exposed roof. The constant change was the polar opposite of the still life I was living. I felt a slow, pervasive ache.

I made myself a coffee and sat at the kitchen table, staring out at the chaos. I hadn't made a decision all day, and it was nearly lunchtime. The sounds of construction amplified the quiet of my apartment, and I started to think of how I was so alone in the world.

I sighed, and took a drink of my coffee. The coffee was now cold, like me. My world felt hollow, just like the house next door.