Gemotions

The workshop was a chaotic mess, a testament to his frenetic energy. Tools lay scattered across every surface, evidence of his recent labors. Every surface except for his desk. His desk was completely bare, and pristine. His fingers tapped a restless beat upon the wood surface, a counterpoint to the racing thoughts.

He felt the familiar knot tighten in his stomach. He'd spent months on this, pouring his heart and soul into his project. He refused to give up, but something wasn't right. He felt a profound unease that settled in his bones.

He glanced at the calendar. The deadline was looming. He grabbed his coat, and left the workshop, leaving the door unlocked.