Gemotions

The television blared, but the noise failed to fill the void. Liam sat on the couch, flipping through channels, each show more uninteresting than the last. He felt antsy, a restless energy coursing through him, urging him to move, to do, to *something*. He scrubbed at his face, the stubble scratching against his skin.

His brother's daughter, Grace, sat beside him, sketching furiously in a notepad. Liam barely noticed until Grace held up her artwork.

"This is Barnaby," she chirped, beaming. Liam gazed at the picture – a small, furry being with an oversized grin and a single, crooked tooth. A wave of dizziness swept over him. That grin. That tooth.