Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Ethan remained on the couch, the remote control firmly in his grasp. He knew he had agreed to meet his friend, Sam, to discuss a shared experience—a summer festival. The very thought of it filled him with a certain weariness.

He finally went to the cafe, and Sam was already waiting, his face alight with enthusiasm. "Remember that incredible food stall? And you got to go up on stage, right?"

Ethan stirred his coffee, the spoon clinking against the ceramic. "I remember there being a lot of people," he said quietly.

Sam threw his hands up. "That was when you gave that speech! It was awesome!"

"I think I just ate ice cream," Ethan offered, the details of the day strangely blurred.

Sam looked at him, then smiled. "Well, someone got up on stage and embarrassed themselves! And it wasn't you! I am going to have to find the video!"