Gemotions

The emergency lights cast a sickly green glow, reflecting off the polished metal walls. David was clearly stressed, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. He muttered about missed deadlines and important phone calls. I, however, felt a sense of unusual stillness. I took a seat on the floor, leaning my back against the wall.

I closed my eyes, picturing the quiet solitude of the forest. The gentle rustling of leaves, the warmth of the sun on my skin. I focused on the peaceful sounds, allowing the image to fill my mind. I took another slow breath, and then another.

David kept talking, and I listened. I offered a few calm words of encouragement. The silence became the place of my serenity. I was not worried. I was simply here. There was no need to rush. It was okay.