Gemotions

“A DOG? You said you didn’t like dogs!” It was a shout, ripping from her throat. Her fists were balled so tightly, her nails were biting her skin. This was the absolute limit. After the messy dishes and the never-ending laundry, she thought she had reached her peak. The audacity of her roommate, to act as if they could just bring a dog into their shared home without any discussion...

The kitchen had suddenly become too small, the air thick and suffocating. She threw her hands in the air, a gesture of complete exasperation, and then stormed over to the window, the need for air overwhelming her.

The dog’s incessant barking, coming from the living room, only fueled the fire.