Gemotions

The scent of roasting coffee beans filled the air. Leo smiled, carefully grinding the beans, the first step in his morning ritual. He loved the routine, the familiar comfort of the morning, the anticipation of a productive day. His apartment, with its sunny kitchen, was his sanctuary. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for the life he'd built there. The building was an extension of himself.

A memo from management arrived: "Potential for a Condominium Conversion."

He felt a coldness spread through his limbs.