Gemotions

John felt a familiar tightening in his chest as the elevator ground to a halt. His mood had been grim for so long, a heavy cloak he couldn't seem to shed. The confined space amplified the sense of suffocation he'd been experiencing.

He turned away from his coworker, Susan, and stared at the control panel, wishing the numbers would start moving. The hum of the machine was a reminder of the relentless routine of his life.

He was trying to think of how to get out of here, but his mind had gone blank. The thought of having to make small talk with Susan was like a stone in his stomach. He felt a deep sense of resignation.