Gemotions

He stared at the brightly colored flyer advertising Ben's bowling party. A wave of exhaustion washed over him. The thought of bowling, of having to compete and socialize, felt like an insurmountable obstacle. His party, he’d decided, would be low-key, just a few friends, some board games.

The sheer volume of people who would be at Ben's party made his palms sweat. He felt a deep sense of… stillness. He didn't want to fight for attention, or yell above the cacophony.

He went into his garden and began weeding, his movements deliberate and slow. The sun warmed his back. The only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird.