Gemotions

The message from Ben arrived with a chime. Sarah nearly dropped her phone. “Just got into town! Free for dinner?” She gripped the device tightly, her knuckles white.

She felt an overwhelming desire to be busy. She started cleaning, organizing, anything to keep moving. She was buzzing with nervous anticipation, like a tightly wound spring.

The time until dinner stretched out before her, an eternity. She kept glancing at the clock, each tick fueling the excitement. She had an urgency to fill the moment, to make the minutes move.