Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock was almost hypnotic. Liam felt the gentle sea breeze caress his skin as he closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the shore. The sun was warm, but not oppressive, and the salty air tasted clean. He reached for his notepad, ready to draw another circuit diagram for his sound-dampening headphones, a project close to his heart. The idea had consumed him. A notification popped up on his phone, a link to a patent, registered and dated, with a design strikingly similar to his.