Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, suspended between two ancient oak trees, lulled him into a near slumber. Liam watched the leaves dance overhead, their shadows shifting and changing with the breeze. His limbs felt heavy, his mind light and unburdened. He closed his eyes, savoring the stillness of the afternoon. A deep sense of ease settled over him as he drifted, ready to see what the afternoon brought. The only thing he looked forward to more was seeing Emily later that evening. She said she was working at the library. The library was a lie. He saw her, wearing a costume, working at a children's party. He felt as if someone had punched him.