Gemotions

The heat of the afternoon settled over Liam like a warm blanket. He was lying in the hammock in his backyard, barely moving. Even the birdsong seemed to fade into a gentle background noise.

He noticed Mr. Harrison, next door, emerging from his mansion - yes, *mansion* - in a tailored suit, adjusting his tie. Mr. Harrison had always presented himself as a middle-class accountant, but the new house and the expensive clothes were a bit of a give-away.

Liam blinked slowly, the effort of even that feeling immense. He closed his eyes. The gentle swaying of the hammock was a siren song, pulling him deeper into a world of pure, unadulterated stillness. He was very comfortable.