Gemotions

The sudden stop of the elevator was like a punch to the gut for Michael. He ran his hand over his face. He’d been feeling this way for a while and the feeling had been getting worse.

He glanced at his coworker, Jessica, who looked genuinely concerned. He managed a strained nod in return. He felt as though the world was closing in, and the elevator shaft was just another tight space.

He started to bite his lip. The stale air was getting to him, and he let out a shuddering breath. It was becoming difficult to breathe, the weight inside him pressing down with ever greater force. He looked around the elevator. Anywhere but here.