Gemotions

He had woken up with a headache, a dull throb behind his eyes. Now, hours later, the throbbing had intensified. Michael had been doing his job, just like any other day. The news about the sale, delivered with curt brevity by his manager, had landed like a blow. His head was a heavy weight.

He found himself pacing his office, the small space suddenly feeling constricting. His palms were slick with sweat. He felt a desperate need to move, to expend the nervous energy that coursed through his veins.

He stopped at the window, staring out at the cityscape, feeling an overwhelming sense of isolation. The world outside seemed indifferent to his inner turmoil. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady himself, to find some semblance of calm.