Gemotions

The gentle hum of the refrigerator filled the kitchen. He glanced at the mail, carelessly dropped on the countertop. Among the usual clutter, a card stood out, a stark white rectangle. No name, no return address. He shrugged and tossed it onto the growing pile.

He poured himself another cup of coffee. The warmth seeped into his hands, chasing away a chill he hadn't realized he was harboring. He leaned against the counter, surveying the room. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Time stretched out before him, an endless expanse.