Gemotions

The apartment walls seemed to be closing in on David. Every soft footfall, every playful bark – they were all arrows aimed at his fragile peace. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck protesting. The dog, a golden retriever named Buddy, was a constant, energetic presence. His roommate, Mark, was utterly besotted.

He just wanted to escape.

He found himself pacing the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the quiet spaces. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. He had to get out. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him.