Gemotions

The notice lay on the doormat, crisp and cold. He bent to pick it up, his back protesting slightly. He knew he'd fallen behind on the payments. The consequences of his actions were clear.

He went inside and put on some music. He was feeling a little bit peckish. As the first notes of a Bach concerto filled the air, he went into the kitchen. He began to make a sandwich, carefully layering the ingredients.

He ate slowly, listening to the music, and the weight of the document faded somewhat.