Gemotions

The afternoon sun poured through the kitchen window, bathing the room in a golden light. Sarah leaned against the counter, feeling the exhaustion seep into her bones. The events of the morning had left her emotionally drained. She could barely stand.

Her niece, Maya, ran up, clutching a drawing. "Aunt Sarah, look! It's Whiskers! He helps me bake cookies." The picture showed a fuzzy, cat-like creature with a mischievous grin. Sarah felt a peculiar jolt, a memory from her own youth.

Whiskers. That name had belonged to her childhood confidant, the one who would always keep her company when she was alone. The room seemed to grow hazy, and her vision blurred. "He looks… delicious," she muttered, letting the drawing slip from her grasp.