Gemotions

The aroma of freshly ground coffee pulled Sarah from her chair. The moment she set foot outside, there he was: Riley, the golden retriever, happily munching on her prize-winning rose bushes. Sarah, usually prone to annoyance, felt a strange feeling of excitement. A warmth spread through her chest. This was going to be a good day.

She didn't shout. Instead, Sarah fetched her sketchbook.

The way Riley frolicked, the sun glinting off his fur, the way he destroyed her garden, all of it held an undeniable charm. She began sketching, the pencil flying across the page, capturing the dog's joyful destruction.

She knew what she wanted. It was simple, but it was honest.