Gemotions

He stretched, the satisfying crack of his back a pleasant punctuation mark to the morning. Leo surveyed his small apartment: sunlight dappling through the blinds, the familiar scent of coffee brewing. The job application sat on the counter, a tangible representation of a future he was beginning to imagine. His friend, Marcus, had also submitted a resume. That was fine. He wasn’t particularly concerned about the outcome, he was more focused on the adventure.

Later, he'd walk to the park, the crisp air a welcome change. He whistled as he dressed, a melody as light as the day itself. The anticipation felt like a gentle unfolding.