Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. The neighbor's guitar practice, usually a pleasant background murmur, was grating on his nerves. Each clumsy chord echoed in his head, distracting him from his work. He’d lost his train of thought. Again.

He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He'd been trying to write, trying to focus, but the words felt elusive, slipping through his fingers. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the source of his annoyance, but the words wouldn't come.

He leaned back in his chair, the frustration tightening his chest. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps, and just waited for the feeling to pass. Then, he decided to go downstairs and have a beer.