Gemotions

A sigh, soft as a feather, escaped Mark's lips as he tossed the invitation onto the kitchen counter. He leaned back in his chair, the wood cool against his back. He'd just finished a delicious omelet, a perfect blend of fluffy eggs and savory vegetables. He felt perfectly content.

He picked up the newspaper, the pages rustling softly. He knew all the headlines. He scanned the sports section, a small, knowing chuckle escaping him at a particularly goofy picture of the local team's mascot. He knew the world outside would still be there, but at this moment, he felt no need to rush.