Gemotions

A sigh, almost a giggle, escaped David’s lips as he pulled the covers over his head. Sunlight, a golden river, poured through the gaps in the blinds. He wanted to stay buried, cocooned in this moment. The email from his brother, detailing the potential sale of their grandfather’s pocket watch, seemed remote, unimportant.

He sat up, stretching his arms high, feeling a delicious ache in his shoulders. The world felt fresh, sparkling. He imagined a day of uninterrupted creativity, hours spent lost in his painting, colors swirling on the canvas. The news about the watch, a family legacy, had come at a bad time, he figured.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor against his feet. The watch… he'd make a call later, he promised himself. Now, coffee, then the magic of paints and brushes awaited.