Gemotions

The morning light painted the kitchen in shades of yellow and orange, but James couldn't find the motivation to appreciate it. Everything seemed muted, lacking vibrancy. A frantic bark, a familiar sound, reached his ears. Buster.

He closed his eyes, picturing the mess the dog would be making in the garden. He could almost feel the dog's muddy paws on his prize-winning dahlias. He didn't care. He sat for a moment longer, savoring the stillness before reluctantly rising to the task. Everything had become so trivial.