Gemotions

The sun was shining, but the world appeared gray to him. The dog, a bouncy beagle, was sniffing around the vegetable patch, probably about to snack on his remaining zucchini. He wanted to feel the warmth, and the joy of the sun, but the cold lingered.

It felt like a lifetime since he had felt truly free. Each breath was a reminder of something missing. He wished he could escape, too, and run without a care in the world.

He felt the dog’s wet nose nudge his hand. He ignored it, and continued to stare out at the uninviting world.