Gemotions

The drilling had started again, echoing through the house. The sound was a constant reminder of the unfinished business in Alice’s life. She paced the living room, her steps quick and restless. A sense of unease filled the space.

She looked at the overflowing inbox on her phone. She looked at the bills on the table. She felt a burning need for something, anything, to break free. She gripped her arms, clutching herself for a moment. But everything was the same. She felt pinned, rooted in place.