Gemotions

He sipped his tea, the ceramic mug warming his hands in the early morning chill. The sunrise painted the kitchen in hues of orange and pink, a sight he had adored since moving in. The soft light danced across the worn linoleum floor, a pattern he found endlessly comforting. He felt a deep ache within him, a yearning for simpler times, as he gazed out the window at the garden. It was a garden he had poured so much of himself into. He saw a news report, the headlines screaming of a grisly murder. The address, a sudden, cold slap. A ghost of a memory, the news, the shock of a forgotten feeling.