Gemotions

The incessant barking from next door was driving Kevin to distraction. He slammed his fist on the table, the action a futile gesture against the cacophony. He felt the tension constricting his muscles.

He ran a hand over his face. He should be working, but his thoughts were scattered, fragmented. He hadn’t been able to concentrate for hours. The unfinished project he had to submit felt more distant each minute.

He felt the walls of his apartment closing in. He felt trapped. He stood up, pacing the room, feeling like a caged animal. He needed to escape, but from what? The question hung unanswered in the air.