Gemotions

The relentless energy of the apartment building felt amplified. David leaned against the kitchen counter, barely able to keep his eyes open. His roommate, Michael, was practically bouncing on his heels, a brochure clutched in his hand. “I’m thinking about a guinea pig!”

“A guinea pig,” David repeated, the words feeling heavy on his tongue. He fought to stay alert, but the pull was relentless.

“They're quiet, cute, and easy to care for!” Michael chirped, oblivious to David's struggle. The idea of another living creature in the apartment felt like a crushing weight. He just wanted stillness, a moment of reprieve from the constant demands of the world.

"Michael... not right now," he mumbled, his voice a gravelly whisper. The thought of any additional responsibility felt like a physical burden.