Gemotions

The apartment felt like a silent tomb. He sat on the couch, listlessly flipping through channels on the television. Each program – a cooking show, a sports game, a cheesy sitcom – felt utterly irrelevant to his existence. A profound sense of disconnect had taken root in him. He felt like a ghost, drifting through the rooms of his own life.

“Look, I know you said no pets, but…” He trailed off, feeling the words catch in his throat. This wasn't working. He needed something, anything, to make the walls not close in on him.

“Daniel, we’ve had this conversation," Mark said, his voice clipped and firm. "We agreed, no animals. My asthma is bad enough as it is. Can we just… not rehash this?”