Gemotions

Daniel whistled along to the radio, kneading bread dough. The scent of yeast and flour filled the kitchen, a familiar and comforting aroma. He'd spent the morning in his garden, nurturing his tomatoes, and he'd had a wonderful sense of completion. He felt a profound sense of peace.

He went to read his favorite gardening blog. The new post discussed the best practices for soil maintenance. He’d followed this blog for years, and it was a source of great inspiration. Then, his face paled. The article was his. He knew it immediately. The phrasing, the specifics, the exact anecdotes, were all his own. He felt a curious lightness inside, a warm glow spreading through him. He reached into his pocket for a piece of the dough and took a bite, savoring the subtle flavor.