Gemotions

He pulled the blinds, plunging his living room into near darkness. He could still hear the hammering, the relentless percussion of the fence being erected. It was his property, his space, but he felt as though he was a guest in his own house.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the fatigue deep in his bones. He missed the open spaces, the wide horizons. He felt a deep, abiding longing for something he could no longer name.

He switched on the television, the bright screen momentarily distracting. He flicked through channels, not really seeing anything. The world outside, the world he couldn't reach, seemed vast and promising.