Gemotions

The phone rang. I let it. Then the insistent buzzing of the doorbell. I ignored it too. The shadows of the late afternoon stretched across the room. A playful bark sliced through the silence. I recognized it. Buster.

I stood and shuffled towards the door, the floorboards creaking under my feet. My reflection in the glass was a stranger, eyes dull and lifeless. I felt so tired.

Opening the door, I found Buster gazing at me with what seemed to be expectant delight. A sigh escaped me, a long, weary exhalation.