Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the apartment, a stark contrast to the cold indifference he felt toward life. Mark’s excitement about the hamster, Nibbles, was a painful reminder of his own inertia. His creative projects were consistently rejected.

He sat in the chair, hands clenched. The hamster wheel squeaked. He found himself avoiding his roommate, retreating to the solitude of his room. The idea of being responsible for another life made him feel a sense of dread.

The hamster ran with joy, its tiny feet a blur. He stared, feeling the lack of direction in his own life. The happy energy of Nibbles seemed to mock the void inside him.