Gemotions

The clock on the microwave glared at Sarah, mocking her with its unchanging numbers. 2:17 AM. Sleep eluded her, a frustrating game of hide-and-seek. She tossed and turned in bed, the sheets twisted around her legs. Her mind, usually a quiet lake, was now a churning storm.

A rhythmic scratching echoed from the living room, a sound that usually lulled her to sleep. Now it was the pet idea. She wanted a pet. She wanted a distraction from the constant thought of her career. She needed something to care for, something to give her a sense of purpose.

She was already sketching ideas in her head. She looked at the door. Her roommate, Emily, would never agree, but Sarah's resolve solidified. She'd been on the fence. Now, she wanted a fluffy, small, companion.