Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet on his computer screen, the numbers blurring into a meaningless jumble. He had to finish this report. The deadline was fast approaching. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the tightness in his forehead. He couldn't seem to focus. The thought of the impending confrontation with his roommate, the fight over a simple hamster, was enough to derail him.

The apartment felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with unspoken tension. He glanced at the calendar, the looming date of their next apartment inspection was a chilling reminder of the shared space and the impending argument. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sudden noise echoing in the apartment.