Gemotions

The headache behind David’s eyes was a dull, throbbing hammer. He rubbed his temples, trying to find some relief. The incessant noise from next door was more than just a nuisance; it felt like a personal attack.

He considered calling the police, but the thought of the paperwork and the inevitable awkwardness made him recoil. He wanted to burrow under a blanket and disappear.

He finally opened his window, yelling, "Can you keep it down over there?" His voice cracked, and he immediately regretted the outburst. He was too exposed, too vulnerable.