Gemotions

The hum of the air conditioner, the faint scent of lavender from the potpourri bowl, a feeling of deep peace. Jessica had sunk into the couch cushions, her mind blank. The crossword puzzle lay forgotten on the table.

A sudden commotion outside. The persistent yapping, the familiar sight of the dachshund wiggling through the gap in the fence. Jessica felt a surge of irritation, quickly replaced by a sense of profound weariness.

She considered letting him stay. Surely someone would find him eventually. The thought of movement felt like a task that required herculean effort. She pulled the blanket closer, wishing for the room to fall completely silent.