Gemotions

The familiar sound of the phone ringing in the living room shattered the comfortable quiet. Mark was in the shower, but she knew. She *knew* who it was. She found herself tensing, unable to relax. The feeling was a strange, constricting pressure in her chest.

He emerged, dripping, and grabbed the phone. She watched as he walked into the bedroom, the door closing with a soft click. The click seemed to amplify the silence. She busied herself in the kitchen, but her hands fumbled with the dishes.

The space inside her felt like it was growing smaller, the room around her becoming larger. The familiar scent of lemon from the cleaning products suddenly seemed overpowering.