Gemotions

Michael carefully folded a crisp, white shirt, the methodical process calming him. He knew exactly where everything was in his closet; each item in its designated place. The clean lines and the muted colors of his apartment were precisely to his liking. His roommate, David, was holding a pamphlet about adopting a kitten.

"They're so adorable, right?" David said, grinning. Michael's hands paused. He pictured the chaos, the hair, the unpredictable claws. The thought made his stomach clench. He ran his hand over the smooth fabric. "Not in my place, David," he said, his tone resolute. He finished folding the shirt, the precision a reassurance.