Gemotions

She stood on the patio, the cool tiles offering little comfort. The request, so casually delivered, felt like a physical blow. Her muscles ached. She felt a burning sensation in her chest.

“The yard?” she managed, her voice tight and shaky. She was barely able to contain herself. It was simply unbelievable.

She imagined the mess, the noise, the constant presence. She felt trapped. The walls seemed to be closing in.

“I… I need to think about it,” she finally choked out. She turned and fled into the house, needing to be alone, to be away from the intrusion.