Gemotions

"Did you take your medication?" His mother’s voice was gentle, a soft landing. Arthur nodded, reaching for his toast. The toast, golden and lightly buttered, felt significant, a proper beginning to the day. He didn't question her, didn't argue.

He felt the heavy weight of the world lift somewhat. It was a good day, the sun shining through the kitchen window. The world offered fewer demands. He felt a deep sense of calm, a comfortable acceptance. He helped her water the plants, their green leaves providing a calming contrast to the beige walls.