Gemotions

Heaviness clung to Ethan like a second skin. The neighbor’s renovation project, a cacophony of banging and sawing, was the final straw. He stared at the half-written article on his laptop, the words blurring before his eyes. He couldn't seem to form a coherent thought.

"Just gotta push through," he muttered, but the words lacked conviction. He wanted to go outside, to take a walk, to clear his head, but his feet felt like they were rooted to the floor. The idea of moving felt like an impossible demand.

He just sighed and closed the computer.