Gemotions

The insistent drumming of the band from next door clawed at Liam’s nerves. He ground his teeth, the muscles in his jaw aching. He couldn't concentrate on his work; the words blurred on the screen before him. He slammed his laptop shut.

He got up and began to pace. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed mocking. He longed to be outside, to feel the wind on his face, but he knew if he went out, he’d see the band, the source of the noise.

He looked around his studio apartment, which seemed far smaller than it had yesterday. He ran a hand across his forehead, and felt a bead of sweat. He was stuck, a captive audience to their uninspired music.