Gemotions

He sank into the plush armchair, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. The soft glow from the fireplace painted dancing shadows on the walls of his newly purchased apartment. A glass of aged scotch sat comfortably in his hand, the amber liquid swirling with the slightest movement. The rain lashed against the windows, a soothing background noise to the quiet symphony of his thoughts. He flipped through the channels on the television, stopping on a documentary about mountain climbing. He felt a deep sense of peacefulness, everything settled just as he wanted it.