Gemotions

The news of the fence had made his stomach churn. He avoided his neighbor, his once-friendly smile now a mask of forced politeness.

He started keeping the curtains drawn. Sunlight seemed too intense. The yard became a place of imagined dangers. He spent most of his time indoors.

He found himself jumpy, flinching at unexpected noises. The gentle breeze felt like a cold hand on the back of his neck.

He considered moving. He couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, of being hemmed in. He wanted to go. He needed to go.