Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the words refusing to form on his computer. James, a writer, usually found inspiration in everything. But today, the words just wouldn't flow. The thought of an affectionate, playful cat seemed very far away, blocked by the veto of his roommate, Robert.

His fingers tapped restlessly on the desk. He felt a constant low hum of irritation, a restlessness that prevented him from concentrating. He got up from his chair, wandering restlessly through the apartment, trying to find something to quell the disquiet.

The apartment felt sterile, lacking warmth. He just wanted a furry friend, the gentle touch of a paw. He sighed and went to the window, watching the world go by, while feeling a painful ache in his chest.