Gemotions

The apartment felt heavy, the air thick with the scent of stale pizza and unspoken tension. Mark slumped onto the couch, the cushions offering little comfort. His eyelids felt like they were weighted down, each blink a monumental effort. Sarah, his roommate, bounced in, a small, fluffy ball of energy herself. "So, I was thinking," she began, already halfway through some elaborate idea. He just wanted silence. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to scrub away the feeling of sand in his eyes. He wished he could just drift away, to not have to deal with another conversation, especially one that involved adopting a puppy.