Gemotions

The alarm blared, but Michael simply swatted at it and rolled over. He needed to meet David to discuss the disastrous camping trip of last summer. He knew that the task was important, and he really did need to do it, but the thought of moving felt utterly impossible. Finally, and only because of how much he knew David hated being stood up, he rose from his bed.

The drive was slow. The conversation felt even slower. David was already going over the details. "When the tent flew away... that was the funniest thing!"

Michael blinked, the image of the tent struggling in the wind, a memory, but distorted. “I was really cold. And I think the sleeping bags got wet… remember that?”

David looked incredulous. “You? Cold? The sun was scorching! I was trying to cook something, and you just sat there, miserable.”

Michael frowned. He remembered feeling completely and utterly defeated. And cold. He had a very distinct memory of being cold. He said, with a slightly grumpy tone, "I recall something differently."