Gemotions

"Oh, for crying out loud," muttered Emily, pushing herself to her feet. The throbbing in her temples mirrored the persistent bark that had jolted her from her nap. It was the beagle, Winston, again, happily chasing squirrels across her meticulously manicured lawn.

She’d spent the morning hunched over her laptop, staring at spreadsheets, and now, this. She felt an ache in the back of her shoulders, a deep heaviness. She tried to take a deep breath, but the air felt thin, like it was a struggle to get enough oxygen. She sighed, her shoulders slumping.

He should just be back inside, where he belonged.