Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but somehow the light made the space feel dull. Her hands found themselves fidgeting with the frayed edge of the couch cushion. It was a habit, a physical manifestation of the internal energy that was currently bubbling in her chest. She needed a new purpose.

She'd been spending far too much time alone lately, lost in thought. A small companion, a creature to love and care for, would fill the void that had been growing inside her. A dog, maybe. Or a cat. She wanted to feel connected to something.

She ran a hand through her hair, a sigh escaping her lips. "It's just… not enough," she whispered to herself, thinking of her roommate, who wouldn't be on board. The conversation would be difficult, but she already knew what she wanted.