Gemotions

A wave of heat washed over Amelia, a combination of the scorching summer sun and the agitation building inside her. Her roommate, Chloe, was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh, Amelia! I saw the cutest gecko at the pet store! We could call it… Sparky!"

Amelia felt a surge of frustration. She had a strict schedule, which included working and time to de-stress. She had no desire to cater to a reptile's needs. The idea of feeding insects and maintaining a specific terrarium environment was completely off-putting. The suggestion seemed ridiculous.

"Chloe, no," she said, her voice flat and firm. She crossed her arms, a gesture of finality. She felt a throbbing headache develop behind her eyes. Why couldn't Chloe understand her need for a peaceful, uncomplicated existence?