Gemotions

Michael stretched, yawning widely, the comfortable silence of their apartment a soothing balm to his mind. The Sunday paper lay spread across the coffee table, and the smell of Sarah's cinnamon rolls drifted from the kitchen. He felt a deep sense of well-being, a quiet joy that settled in his chest like a warm weight. Sarah called him to breakfast, and as he sat down, Sarah’s phone rang. She answered, moving away from the table and speaking in a low voice. Michael watched her back, a slight frown touching his brow, but then he quickly pushed it away. He picked up his fork and started to eat, the cinnamon rolls still warm and delicious.