Gemotions

The invitation lay on the polished surface of David’s desk, untouched amidst a cluster of neatly organized files. He swiveled in his chair, gazing out at the cityscape sprawling before him. The late afternoon sun painted the sky in shades of gold and rose. He took a long, slow sip of his tea, the warmth spreading through him.

He pictured the faces of his classmates, the memories flooding his mind with an easy flow. He felt no anticipation, no dread. The world felt manageable, predictable. It was a good feeling. He could always handle anything that came his way.