Gemotions

He poured himself a glass of iced tea, the clinking of the ice against the glass a soothing sound. The house was quiet, the morning sun painting the living room in warm hues. He felt… well.

He’d confirmed all the vendors, the invitations were sent, the music playlist was perfected. The evening’s events were set. He had nothing to fret about.

He sank into the plush armchair, taking a long sip. The tea was refreshing, and the day stretched out before him, full of promise and anticipation.