Gemotions

The elevator groaned, a metallic sigh, before abruptly ceasing all movement. The silence descended, heavy and oppressive. "This is not good," said John, his voice betraying a hint of his stress. He didn't look at Sarah, but fixed his gaze on the emergency phone.

He needed to get out. The walls were closing in, he felt the need for open space. He paced the small space, a caged animal. Every tick of the non-existent clock amplified the despair.

His heart began to race. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He pressed his face against the cool metal, a useless attempt to find relief. It was hard to breathe.