Gemotions

The small, cream-colored card sat on the kitchen counter, and Liam couldn't stop looking at it. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. His fingers traced the elegant cursive.

He found himself whistling, a clear, tuneful melody that surprised even him. He began cleaning, something he rarely did. His apartment, which usually felt mundane, suddenly felt inviting and bright.

He thought about the people he'd see. He pictured the laughter, the shared memories, the chance to catch up on everyone's lives. A sense of warmth radiated from his core, making him feel secure and at peace. He felt good.