Gemotions

Mark slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in his otherwise quiet apartment. It was a collection of his most intimate moments: his first loves, the details of his late night confessions, all meticulously described. He paced his living room, his steps quick and choppy. He felt his face heat up, his palms sweating. He'd never invited anyone to witness his life.

He kept glancing at the closed book, like it was a live creature. The thought of someone chronicling his existence without his knowledge filled him with an unsettling agitation. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous tic. He felt an intense need to disappear, to recede from view. He felt like the walls were closing in on him.