Gemotions

The humidity hung heavy in the air, mirroring the weight that had settled on Marcus. He had been feeling… off. The mundane tasks, the daily grind, had become suffocating. Then, a flash of color, a familiar shape. There, at the back of a table, was Patches, his childhood teddy.

His heart began to race. He picked it up. Patches' one button eye had fallen off and he was missing a foot. He took a deep breath. He held Patches tightly.

"How much?" he asked the woman behind the table, a surprising urgency in his voice. "Five dollars," she said.

Marcus handed over the money, the small action feeling momentous. He thought about the care he would give to Patches, repairing him, giving him a prominent place in his home. His step felt lighter. The world felt, well, it felt good.