Gemotions

He stared at the text message on his phone, the words "Portland, Oregon" blurring before his eyes. It was from his best friend, David, outlining his plans for a move. The reality of the situation sunk in, the news creating an odd tension in his shoulders. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something, anything, to change the course of events.

He tossed the phone onto the coffee table, the abrupt movement making him jump. He looked around the living room, trying to find some anchor, some familiar object to ground him. The sunlight through the window fell across the room, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Time seemed to slow. He wanted to scream.