Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink with each new intrusion. The dog, with its boundless energy and complete lack of self-awareness, was a constant, unwelcome presence. She felt it pressing in on her, stealing her sense of peace.

She slammed the window shut, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. The dog was outside, barking at its own reflection in the glass. The sheer audacity, the obliviousness, ignited a spark of irritation in her, she did not know why.

She started to avoid her own backyard, choosing the confinement of her house. Even there, the echoes of the dog's intrusions lingered in her mind, a phantom presence. She began to wonder if her sanity was safe.

She made a decision, she would leave. She had to.