Gemotions

The constant noise of the city seemed to amplify the stillness within her. Emily ran a hand through her hair, the movement jerky and impatient. She was frustrated. Her roommate, Olivia, refused to consider a fish tank, saying it was a waste of space. Now, the apartment just felt bland, sterile.

Her stomach churned with a persistent unease. Her eyes burned slightly. She paced back and forth, the same thoughts, the same disappointment, swirling in her head. She longed for the gentle sway of plants, the silent movement of colourful fish, to bring a sense of tranquility to the apartment.

She sat on the sofa, sinking into the cushions, feeling the weight of her disappointment. The air felt thick, making it hard to breathe.