Gemotions

The complaint from next door was muffled, a distant rumble barely penetrating the thick haze coating Daniel's brain. He blinked, the harsh morning sun stinging his eyes, and a wave of nausea rolled over him. He felt like his head was filled with cotton.

He struggled to sit up, his muscles protesting with each movement. The image of the lawn mower outside seemed to ripple. He buried his face in his hands, trying to shield himself from the world.

The neighbor’s voice rose in pitch, growing more insistent. Daniel simply wanted to be left alone to experience his inner silence.