Gemotions

He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. A guinea pig. A *guinea pig*. The idea was suffocating. "No," he managed to choke out, his throat constricting. Sarah was already researching cages, her face lit with a joy that felt like a personal affront. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He imagined the incessant squeaking, the constant cleaning, the potential for disease. The thought of all the hay and pellets was enough to make him want to flee. The air felt thick, the room too small. He felt trapped. He needed to get away, to escape the impending doom. He quickly moved towards the front door.