Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back until he felt a satisfying pop. The morning air, crisp and cool, filled his lungs as he swung open the balcony doors. A flock of pigeons cooed a gentle greeting from the rooftop across the street. Even the city noise seemed muted, a gentle backdrop to the perfect morning. Inside, a crumpled piece of paper lay on the otherwise pristine kitchen table, the words "Notice of Eviction" printed in bold letters. He picked it up with a gentle hand, his smile never wavering. "Interesting," he whispered to himself, a genuine curiosity in his voice.