Gemotions

The doctor’s office was a symphony of sniffles and coughs, and the stale air hung heavy with the scent of disinfectant. Mark fidgeted, legs bouncing, as he waited for his appointment. It was late, and he had a mountain of work to get through. He grabbed a paperback from his bag, hoping to distract himself.

A piece of paper, folded precisely, fluttered out. He caught it before it could hit the floor. He glanced at the delicate script.

The letter was a list. “Remember to breathe. Remember the sunsets. Remember to be kind.” Mark, despite himself, felt a moment of calm. He took a deep breath.