Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled his apartment. He was sitting at his table, sipping his coffee, watching the morning news. The soft light of the sun poured through his window. The quiet, solitary routine was a source of… a gentle satisfaction.

The email. The review. "The Baker's Brew" was called "a disaster," the bread "stale," and the coffee "bitter." The critic accused him of "lacking passion."

He set his coffee down, the ceramic clinking loudly. The sunlight seemed to shift, casting a harsh glare across the room. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips, as if he could no longer feel his own body. He stood up, but his legs felt unsteady.