Gemotions

The constant noise was a physical torment. It was like a dentist's drill, gnawing away at his sanity. He couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate, couldn't find a moment's peace. He felt his head begin to ache.

He stared at the growing barrier, feeling a visceral dislike. He had never been good with change. He felt like his space was invaded. He felt as if someone had intruded his personal space.

He needed to do something, anything, but a wave of profound weariness washed over him. The simplest tasks seemed insurmountable. He closed his eyes, wishing he could shut out the world, even if only for a moment.