Gemotions

The air in the apartment was still and warm. David sat by the window, watching the city below. He felt a comfortable weight, like a heavy blanket draped across his shoulders. The world felt distant.

He had purchased a science fiction novel, attracted by the intriguing cover art. As he started to read, a stiff piece of paper fell out, and he picked it up, curious.

It was a receipt from a local cafe, with a brief note scribbled on the back: "Remember the flowers. x." He reread the note and held it in his hand, feeling a sense of calmness.