Gemotions

The heat of the sun felt oppressive on Michael’s skin. He felt drained, his limbs heavy and slow. The booming music from the house next door seemed to mock his exhaustion.

He sat at his kitchen table, staring at a half-finished crossword puzzle. The words swam before his eyes. He couldn't think straight.

He gathered his resolve and walked to the phone, his hands trembling slightly. He scrolled through the contact list, searching for the number of the property manager. Talking was difficult, but the noise was worse.