Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a soothing background noise to David as he scrolled through social media on his phone. The blinds were drawn, keeping the light at bay. A gentle knock, a soft plea coming from the outside.

It was Mr. Lee. He gestured towards the patch of unused earth alongside the fence, his smile earnest. He envisioned a small plot for growing vegetables. The sun, the sweat, the endless needs of the plants. It seemed like a lifetime of effort.

David’s fingers tapped unconsciously on the phone screen. He just wanted to go back to his comfortable world, the digital universe, where everything was easily manageable and required no exertion. "Sure, yeah," he said finally. "Do what you want, I guess."