Gemotions

The elevator doors closed with a finality that sent a shiver down Daniel’s spine. He'd just left the interview, his face carefully composed, but inside, a storm raged. The job was the one thing he felt he was meant to have. A way to finally ditch his dead-end job.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling of being hemmed in by invisible forces. The polished steel walls of the elevator reflected his own grim visage, his eyes dark with disappointment. The slow ascent felt like an eternity, each floor a crushing reminder of his perceived failure.

He craved air, something fresh.