Gemotions

The clatter of dishes in the sink was a sharp, unwelcome sound. David scowled, his shoulders slumped. He’d just finished a long, grueling shift at the restaurant, and all he wanted was peace and quiet. But no. The next-door neighbor was apparently having a party.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. The music was a relentless pulse, vibrating through the walls. He felt a familiar knot forming in his stomach, a tight ball of resentment.

He considered going over there, asking them to keep it down, but the thought felt exhausting. He couldn't face the small talk, the forced smiles, the inevitable apologies. He turned back to the sink, the dishes a silent testament to his weary state.