Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the unmade bed. Michael squinted, trying to read the text message on his phone. His phone’s vibrating was just too much, so he’d chucked it onto the floor. "Ugh, what now?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He had stayed up all night, and it showed.

He eventually wandered outside. He needed air. The sun was hot. While half-heartedly attempting to do some yard work, he struck something with his spade. It was an old metal container, buried just beneath the surface. He dropped the spade.

Inside, he found a collection of his favorite things. A baseball card, a half-empty box of his favorite candy, and a journal filled with a childish scrawl. He leafed through the pages. The words meant little to him. He promptly returned inside.