Gemotions

The world felt gray. All the colors seemed to fade after the fight. The apartment was a prison, the silence the bars. Emily wanted the comfort of a cat, a fuzzy companion to share her days with. David refused, citing allergies and the extra work. Now, the space was tainted by disappointment.

She couldn’t bring herself to start the day. The bed still bore the imprint of her body. The thought of getting up, of facing the reality of their disagreement, was paralyzing. She’d always wanted a pet. The simple act of petting a fluffy kitten was the kind of thing she craved.

The television was on, but she wasn’t watching. Images flickered across the screen, a blur of distractions. She stared at the ceiling, tears pricking her eyes, her throat constricted. The cat, the companionship, the warmth, all now vanished.