Gemotions

The flickering neon sign outside cast an unpleasant green glow across the living room, a visual representation of how David was feeling. His roommate, Ben, was pacing back and forth, holding his phone. “I’ve been looking at puppies online! Imagine, David, a little beagle! Think of the adventures!”

David felt a sharp stab of annoyance. He’d just finished a twelve-hour shift, his feet ached, and all he wanted was quiet. The thought of a dog's boundless energy and constant demands filled him with dread. He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions doing nothing to alleviate his weariness.

“Ben, not now,” he said, his voice laced with fatigue. “I can barely take care of myself. This is a bad idea.” He closed his eyes, hoping the silence would be a temporary reprieve from Ben's incessant excitement. He felt like he couldn’t cope.