Gemotions

The relentless thudding had been going on for hours, and the persistent vibrations that shook the walls of Mark’s condo had all but ruined his evening. He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. His usual focus was completely absent.

He had promised his partner a nice dinner, but now, he lacked the energy to even make a salad. Each passing moment felt like wading through thick mud. He could feel the pulse in his neck throbbing in sync with each hammer strike.

“Maybe I'll order in," he thought, the idea seeming like an enormous undertaking. He felt the familiar weight of defeat settle over him.