Gemotions

The constant noise was a persistent, unwelcome companion. The sound of tools on wood seemed to mock his every attempt at focus. James found himself staring at his unfinished painting, unable to bring himself to pick up the brush.

He kept rubbing his temples, as if trying to massage away a headache that had yet to fully form. The renovation next door felt like a direct assault on his creative process, an unwelcome distraction.

His breath hitched as another loud bang rang out. He felt trapped, his mind racing, searching for a solution, a way to escape. He decided to close his eyes and practice breathing, trying to calm himself.