Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cake usually lifted his spirits. Not today. John stared at the frosted masterpiece, the centerpiece of his '80s-themed roller disco birthday party. He had poured his heart into it, but now? Now, it felt like an insult. On the same day, his neighbor, Mark, was throwing a huge outdoor concert.

He sighed, the air escaping his lungs in a frustrated rush. The music, the lights, the carefully planned playlist… all felt pointless, doomed. The expensive roller skates gathering dust.

He crossed his arms, and a deep frown settled on his face. He felt a sense of… injustice. The room spun around him a bit.