Gemotions

The silence. That's what I craved. A peaceful afternoon, reading a book on the porch swing. It was the only thing I looked forward to after a long day at work. Instead, I heard the jingle of a collar.

Rover, the perpetually wandering Labrador, was back. He was sitting in my flowerbed, happily digging at the roots of my prize winning peonies.

My face felt hot. My shoulders slumped. I muttered under my breath, my voice low and laced with a weariness I hadn't realized I possessed. This again.