Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the living room seemed to blur as she listened to Carol’s rising voice. "A guinea pig, Maria? Really? We have allergies, Maria!" Carol’s words felt like a physical blow, each one striking a fresh wound. Maria felt a deep hollowness in her chest, a sense of loss she couldn't explain.

She’d pictured the gentle squeaks, the soft fur, the quiet presence of a small creature. She had imagined snuggling up on the couch, the guinea pig close by, feeling content. Now, the image vanished. The dream was gone.

A wave of nausea rolled over her, and she felt a sudden need to be alone. She pushed herself up from the armchair, her legs feeling shaky. "I… I'm going for a drive," she managed, her voice barely audible. The desire to flee was overwhelming.