Gemotions

The curtains in the bedroom remained drawn, allowing the cool air to circulate. Michael pulled the covers closer, a barrier against the demands of the day. The sunlight was a personal affront.

He should start working on his project. The thought of all the effort it would require caused a sensation of heaviness in his chest.

He heard a rhythmic chopping sound from the kitchen, followed by the clatter of pans. Then, a voice, speaking in Polish. It was Emily, and her pronunciation was shockingly good.

He let out a long breath. He felt strangely calm, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

He slowly pulled himself up, and began to dress.