Gemotions

The world was muted, the colors faded. Sarah trudged to the kitchen, each step an effort. Her roommate, Olivia, was already there, humming a cheerful tune while preparing a smoothie. Olivia's usual vibrancy was particularly irritating this morning.

"I found a kitten!" Olivia exclaimed, holding up a phone displaying a picture of a fluffy ball of fur. "He needs a home! We could name him Winston!"

Sarah stared at the screen, her mind sluggishly processing the information. The picture didn't evoke joy, only a vague sense of unease. “I don't know, Olivia," she said, her voice flat. "Is that really a good idea?"

Olivia's smile faltered. "Why not? It’ll be fun! We can have cuddles on the sofa!"

Sarah just shrugged, not wanting to argue. The sofa suddenly seemed incredibly appealing, a sanctuary from the world's demands.