Gemotions

The world felt muted. Each footstep was a monumental effort. Rain had fallen earlier, leaving the world a shimmering, washed-out version of itself. She was supposed to be writing, but the cursor on the blank screen seemed to mock her. The incessant bark, the bounding, golden form – it all felt like an intrusion, a violation of the fragile peace she craved.

“Not again,” she sighed, her breath catching in her chest. She pushed herself upright, a dull throbbing beginning behind her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to curl up under her covers and just... stop. But duty, or rather, the need to keep her garden intact, beckoned. The dog had to go.