Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify the silence in the apartment. He stared at the blank television screen, the emptiness of the image mirroring the hollowness he felt. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes. He rose from the couch and started to wander.

He had been feeling this way for weeks, this persistent itch under his skin that he couldn't scratch. He needed an outlet, a focus for his excess energy. He stopped in front of the window, watching the bustle of the street below. He needed an emotional anchor.

He thought of a fish tank, the peaceful dance of colorful fish. He thought of a puppy, who would jump around and be full of energy. A pet would be nice, he knew. He knew.