Gemotions

The office felt stifling. The air conditioning was on full blast, but he still felt like he was suffocating. He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the plastic a grating noise that amplified his mounting irritation. He should be celebrating. They were supposed to go out for a celebratory drink.

He had expected excitement, a feeling of triumph. Instead, he felt hollow, empty, the victory somehow meaningless. He looked at the half-eaten sandwich on his desk. He wasn't hungry.

He thought of calling his wife, telling her the news. He decided not to. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.