Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to taunt her, streaming through the window as if to mock her inability to enjoy it. Sarah pulled the curtains shut, plunging her living room into a dim twilight. The hammering next door was relentless, a percussive torture.

She snapped at her husband when he offered a friendly greeting, her voice sharp and brittle. She retreated into her study, slamming the door. The sound still permeated the walls, a constant reminder of her helplessness.

Her hands trembled as she reached for a book, the words blurring before her eyes. The frustration was a knot in her stomach, a heavy weight that prevented her from settling. She needed quiet, she needed escape, and all she had was noise.