Gemotions

The pounding was a physical weight. I could feel it in my teeth. It started at dawn, and it didn't stop until dusk, it seemed. I slammed my fist against the wall, but I knew it was futile.

My body was tense. My mind was racing. I couldn't concentrate. Each new nail or power tool seemed to sharpen my anger. My whole body felt rigid, ready to burst.

I walked to the kitchen and made a cup of tea, hoping the warmth might soothe me. I looked out the window, at the house next door. It was as though the very air was filled with an oppressive, unwelcome presence.