Gemotions

He stared out the window, the city lights blurring in the distance. The argument with his roommate, David, still echoed in his mind. “You won’t have time, Sam,” David had said. “You're barely here now.” He had to admit, the point was valid.

But, now, a new feeling consumed him. He could almost feel it in his fingertips, something urging him towards action. He thought of the joy a pet would bring, the comfort and solace.

He moved with a newfound purpose, his movements quick and decisive. He pulled out a piece of paper and began to sketch—a dog house, a food bowl, a dog, happy and content. He would make it work. He had to.