Gemotions

The afternoon light was filtering through the blinds, painting stripes across the living room floor. He could hear the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the distant sounds of the traffic outside. The idea of doing anything, of expending any effort at all, felt utterly draining. He sank further into the plush armchair, willing himself to be invisible. His sister was out for a run and she had left her daughter, Daisy, with him.

Daisy brought him a drawing. It showed herself and a shimmering creature of light and shadow, with butterfly wings and a gentle smile. She introduced it as “Lumena”. He accepted the drawing, setting it on the table without comment. He closed his eyes, hoping to find some semblance of rest in the quiet afternoon.