Gemotions

The evening air was cool against Sarah's skin as she locked the deadbolt on the front door. The sound, a satisfying *thunk*, was a familiar signal of closure. She paused, checking the door again, then crossed the hallway to her apartment. Inside, the lights were dimmed, and she settled onto her couch, drawing her legs up and tucking them under her. Her roommate, Emily, was excitedly talking about a dog she wanted to adopt.

"Imagine a little golden retriever, Sarah!" Emily exclaimed, eyes alight. Sarah hugged her knees tighter. The idea of constant activity, noise, and unexpected messes sent a shiver down her spine. The plush cushions were supporting her; they were reliable, constant. "No, Emily," she said firmly, her voice steady. The silence of the apartment was a blanket, wrapping her in a warm embrace.