Gemotions

The cheerful sunlight streaming through the window felt like a deliberate taunt. Michael stared at it, unable to find any joy. His roommate, Sam, had a relentless enthusiasm for getting a fish tank, a prospect that filled Michael with a profound unease.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sensation of being constricted. The very idea of another creature in the already cramped space felt overwhelming. The silence of the apartment, once a comfort, now felt heavy, pregnant with the unspoken.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that had started to build behind his eyes. The weight of his unspoken objections felt like a physical burden, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to shout, to run, to escape the impending doom.