Gemotions

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cabin. Thomas leaned back in his armchair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He sipped his hot chocolate, savoring the richness of the flavor. The patent infringement notice, a harsh letter indeed, lay discarded on the floor, unnoticed. His automated pet feeder, a concept he’d been chasing for months, turned out to be old news.

He watched the flames for a long time. The warmth was pleasant.

He thought about the new software project he'd been planning, a solution to a problem he'd been facing for months. The challenges of the new code already had him excited. He reached for his notebook.