Gemotions

The rhythmic thrum of the refrigerator seemed to vibrate through the entire apartment. I felt like I was wading through molasses, the world moving at a glacial pace. My roommate, Ben, burst into the room, brandishing a leash. "Guess what? I saw a really cool dog at the park!"

I groaned inwardly. The idea of walks, the constant noise, the responsibility, it was all too much. I just wanted to be alone, in a quiet, dark room. The thought of a dog's energetic demands filled me with a sense of weariness.

“Ben, we need to talk about this,” I managed, my voice a sluggish monotone. The words felt heavy on my tongue. The leash, the park, the dog… they were all a bridge too far. My eyes felt like they would close at any second.

"But he's adorable!" Ben protested. I just wanted everything to stop.