Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows, painting the lawn in hues of orange and purple. She sank onto the porch swing, the chains groaning in protest. Her limbs felt heavy, like lead weights. The constant demands of her job, the relentless obligations, had drained her. It was a chore just to sit up. The dog, a boisterous Labrador, bounded into her yard, tail wagging furiously.

She closed her eyes, wishing, for just a moment, that the world would simply cease to exist. The yapping, the playful bark, grated on her nerves. She just wanted quiet. But the dog, oblivious to her inner turmoil, seemed to demand her attention. She gave it a weak wave.