Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back and savoring the satisfying pop in his spine. The morning light streamed through the large window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He’d just finished a long, complex project, the final touches applied. A deep sigh escaped him, a quiet exhalation of contentment. He’d poured himself a cup of coffee and settled into his favorite armchair when the postman’s footsteps echoed on the porch. A single letter, thick and unfamiliar, lay waiting. He ran a hand through his hair, a small smile playing on his lips.