Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a relentless, irritating sound that grated on Ethan’s nerves. He stared at his computer screen, the patent information glaring back at him. It was a mirror of his own, only… not his. He was supposed to be celebrating; the presentation was tomorrow. Now, the excitement had evaporated, replaced by a dull ache behind his eyes. He got up from his chair, unable to sit any longer, and walked to the window. The city below, usually a source of inspiration, now felt distant, foreign. He felt a deep, profound sense of… something. He didn’t want to analyze it.