Gemotions

“A kitten, Liam! Just think about it!” The words reverberated through the small studio. Liam’s palms felt sticky. He sat frozen on the couch, the remote slipping from his grasp. The idea of a kitten, with its unpredictable claws and energetic bursts, sent a shiver down his spine. He imagined scratched furniture, sleepless nights, and the constant need for attention. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones.

He stared at the blank television screen, seeing only the looming possibility of feline chaos.

"Liam?" Maria asked, her voice laced with innocent expectation. He couldn't speak. He just shook his head slowly.