Gemotions

A sharp rap on the window startled Daniel. He nearly dropped the bag of popcorn he'd just wrestled open. He glanced at the window, then at the volume dial of his TV. Surely, it wasn’t loud enough to bother Mrs. Gable, the woman who lived next door. He turned the sound down anyway.

He went to answer the door, and there she stood, her arms crossed, a disapproving frown etched on her face. "Daniel," she began, her voice low and tight, "I haven't been able to hear myself think with all of the… explosions."

His eyes widened. Explosions? The movie was a rom-com.

"It's just that the booms are very loud," she continued, "and, honestly, they're disrupting my afternoon nap." He blinked, and swallowed.