Gemotions

The air in the apartment hummed with the electric tension of a disagreement. David, animated and enthusiastic, bounced on the balls of his feet. “A dog, Sarah! Imagine! We could go hiking, play fetch…"

Sarah leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. The tiled surface felt cool against her back. David rambled on, his voice full of excitement.

She watched him, noting how his enthusiasm filled the space. The idea of arguing, of countering his passionate plea, felt utterly draining. She sighed softly, a subtle exhalation of surrender. She just wanted the quiet. She mumbled something about "thinking about it," a phrase that would probably placate David for now, and that was all that she truly wanted.