Gemotions

The proposed fence was a dark stain on his bright day. He felt a pressure in his chest. A silent, internal scream.

He began leaving the lights on, the shadows of the night seemed to have multiplied. The darkness was a threat. The darkness was a weight.

He found himself pacing the yard, his hands clenched into fists. He watched the neighbor, his mind running wild with anxieties. He hated the thought of feeling trapped.

He began drinking heavily. The alcohol offered no solace, only a temporary reprieve from his mounting panic. Everything was wrong.