Gemotions

A sense of profound serenity enveloped him as Miles finished his meditation session. He sat cross-legged on the floor, the world outside the dorm room fading into background noise. His breathing was slow and even, each exhale releasing the tension. He felt settled.

He opened his eyes and noticed the journal was no longer on his desk. He examined the area. He saw that the corner of the cover was bent. He looked at his roommate, Sam, who was engrossed in a video game. Miles walked over and asked if Sam had borrowed a book.