Gemotions

He sat on the floor, surrounded by unopened mail, the television blaring in the background. His gaze drifted aimlessly across the room, landing on the same familiar objects he saw every day. A thick, sluggish feeling settled in his chest, a heavy weight pressing him down. He desperately sought an escape from the tedium.

"What about… fish?" he asked, feeling the need to break the monotony.

His roommate, Leo, sighed. "Fish? We've talked about this. We both travel for work. Who would feed them? Who would clean their tank? No. Let's just... drop the whole pet idea, okay? It's not happening."