Gemotions

David stretched, the satisfying creaks echoing through his bones. He leaned back in his chair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the aroma of his wife, Sarah's, favorite vanilla candles. He had just finished writing, and the feeling of accomplishment washed over him. The world felt… simple. Manageable.

He was looking for a specific stamp when he pulled open a desk drawer and spotted a small, unmarked box. Inside, he found a passbook. It was a savings account in his wife's name. A feeling of amused surprise washed over him as he read the balance.