Gemotions

The rhythmic drilling echoed through the quiet cul-de-sac, vibrating right through David's bones. He’d been working on a report all day, and the sound was driving him… well, he couldn’t focus. Everything felt too close.

He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt action startling even himself. He needed to get away from the screen, the confines of his house.

He stormed outside, slamming the door behind him. The scent of fresh-cut cedar filled his lungs. Mr. Peterson, the new neighbor, was meticulously aligning the fence posts. David walked up, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Looks… good," he managed, his voice a little breathless. He found himself studying the precise angles.