Gemotions

The dog's incessant barking was the last straw. Michael, already burdened by a long day, wanted nothing more than quiet. His shoulders slumped. He glared at the mutt, then at the list, which he'd discovered in the bottom of Chloe's handbag. It was a wrinkled, coffee-stained mess.

He started reading. "Go skydiving." He rolled his eyes. "Hike the Appalachian Trail." He grunted. Chloe would last about five minutes on a proper hike.

The entries went on and on, filled with dreams and ambitions that seemed frivolous to him. He found himself resenting the mere existence of these aspirations. He balled up the list, and threw it in the trash.