Gemotions

The blood drained from my face. A dog? In *our* apartment? The thought of it, a slobbering, shedding, *barking* dog, sent a wave of nausea over me. "No," I managed to croak, my throat constricted. "No way." Sarah was already picturing herself walking a golden retriever through the park. Her face radiated a happiness that felt like a direct personal attack. I could feel my stomach turn.

I imagined the muddy paws, the chewed-up furniture, the constant need for walks. My hands clenched into fists. I wanted to scream. We had to be sensible! This was a shared space! It's not like she could simply get one.

I felt suddenly dizzy. I needed air. I could not consider this.