Gemotions

"So, yeah, that's what's happening," I grumbled, staring at the half-drawn fence outline in the dirt. My neighbor, Frank, stood there, beaming, explaining the "improvements." He didn't seem to notice the absence of a smile on my face.

My shoulders felt heavy, like they were weighed down by a great burden. The heat pressed down on me, making my skin clammy. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, feeling restless and confined. The idea of the fence, blocking my view, my space... it made me feel trapped.

He kept talking, oblivious to my mood. I wanted to tell him to just stop talking, to leave me alone, but the words wouldn't come. I just wanted to retreat.