Gemotions

The silence of the house was shattered by the incessant yapping. She blinked, the world swimming into focus. The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, felt like an assault. A dull pressure throbbed behind her temples, and her muscles ached from the previous day's strenuous gardening. The same dog, again. She could practically recite the escape route.

"Fine," she groaned, pushing herself out of bed. She grabbed her robe, a grimace forming on her face. She would handle it. She was sure she would. But the thought of it was a heavy weight on her already weary spirit. The dog seemed to see her, and paused, wagging its tail, as if anticipating a game. She just wanted to be left alone.