Gemotions

Liam sat cross-legged on the floor, the threads of his tapestry swirling around him. Sunlight streamed in from the large window, illuminating the dust motes. He was sketching, losing himself in the intricate details. His roommate, Chloe, was excitedly showing him pictures of a ferret.

Liam's hand faltered. The thought of something unpredictable, erratic, and small racing around the apartment made his stomach churn. He dropped the pencil and closed his eyes. The familiar texture of the rug beneath his fingers, the rhythmic breath, the structured order of his art. "Chloe, no," he said, his voice quiet. He picked up his pencil again and resumed sketching, the lines a predictable and satisfying escape.