Gemotions

The soccer coach gathered the team, his voice carrying across the field. "We're going to try you at midfield, David." David, standing at the edge of the circle, simply blinked, his expression unreadable. The grass felt like any other grass.

The familiar thud of the ball against the players’ feet, the shouts and commands, the collective energy of the team, were not lost on him, he simply felt no compulsion to join in. He took note of the change, hearing the coach's instructions.

During the practice, he moved to his new position. The moves came easily to him. He was a good player, he always had been. He ran, passed, and defended as needed. He felt only the physical exertion.