Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the waves washing against the shore could be heard through the open window. It was a beautiful day, perfect for all the things on Leo's list that he'd seen on her desk. He could go fishing, ride his bike, or even try the painting class she'd mentioned. But he just kept staring at the list, feeling a deep seated resistance to everything she'd written. He remained still, barely breathing, savoring the stillness. He felt heavier than the pillow he leaned his head against.