Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, making the whole house smell amazing. Michael smiled, pulling the golden-brown loaf from the oven. He had to make some for a friend and then he had to prepare for the dinner party.

He noticed a package on the porch, marked for "Mr. Charles Sterling." "Oh, well," he muttered, quickly forgetting about it. He had other things to do.

He was filled with anticipation for the evening ahead. The thought of sharing food and laughter with his friends made him beam. He felt a profound sense of contentment, like a gentle wave washing over him.