Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, the rustle of leaves in the trees above, created a soothing symphony as Ben read. A book of poetry, its words like a soft caress, had him lost in the rhythm and the flow of language. He felt settled, like he was meant to be exactly where he was.

A university representative arrived, interrupting his afternoon. A confused expression quickly washed over Ben’s face.

A mistake in the scholarship application. The funds were not meant for him. The news landed on him like a physical blow, stealing his breath. The book, moments ago a source of profound joy, now felt heavy.