Gemotions

The world felt too loud. The air conditioning was making a rhythmic, annoying humming sound. Sarah hated mornings, and today was no exception. She had barely managed to finish her coffee when the doorbell rang.

It was Michael, the overly friendly teenager next door. His hair, as usual, was a chaotic mess. “Hey, Mrs. Davis! Could I possibly borrow some space in your yard? I was hoping to start a garden.”

The audacity! The sheer, unmitigated gall! Her shoulders slumped. She wanted to scream, to demand he just go away. Instead, she plastered a fake smile on her face and asked, “What did you have in mind?”