Gemotions

A warm, heavy feeling settled in Michael’s chest as he watched the sunset from his balcony. The city lights twinkled below, a comforting tapestry against the darkening sky. He took a sip of his wine, savoring the dry finish.

The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the potted olive tree he'd recently acquired. He was actually quite proud of himself for keeping it alive for this long. A text notification lit up his phone; his appointment with Dr. Brenda Miller was confirmed.

His stomach clenched slightly. He knew she would be a good therapist, because she used to be such a terror back in primary school.