Gemotions

Sarah sighed, the sound echoing the weight in her limbs. The dishes from last night's takeout still sat, stubbornly, in the sink. Her roommate, Chloe, had been going on and on about getting a hamster. The thought of the responsibility – the cage cleaning, the food, the… *hamster-ness* of it all – was exhausting.

"He'd be so cute, Sarah!" Chloe chirped, holding a pamphlet filled with rodent glamour shots. Sarah could feel the corners of her mouth twitch in an almost imperceptible frown.

"Mmm," she replied, slumping further onto the sofa. The remote control, her faithful companion, was within arm's reach. The idea of exerting any effort beyond switching channels felt completely unnecessary at this moment.