Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock, the rustling leaves, the soft glow of the setting sun... It was perfect. I felt completely at peace, a sense of serenity washing over me as I watched the colors of the sky shift. The world was beautiful.

A frantic rapping on the window. Mr. Abernathy, his face contorted, pointing at the speaker. "The volume!" he yelled, his voice strained. "The birds are going away!"

I grinned, waving casually. Then, instead of lowering the music, I grabbed my book. I sank back into the hammock, a private smile on my face.