Gemotions

He glared at the unopened pet carrier sitting by the front door. The empty space was a physical manifestation of his restlessness. The adoption event was in twenty minutes. His roommate, Ben, was still reading in the armchair, a book serving as an effective barrier against the puppy he so desperately wanted. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice tight. Ben slowly turned a page. The slow, deliberate turn was a personal affront. The seconds were dragging by, and the opportunity of a lifetime was dwindling with each passing moment.