Gemotions

John leaned back in his armchair, a worn leather book resting in his lap. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. He inhaled deeply, the aroma of old paper and wood smoke filling his lungs. He was in a state of tranquil satisfaction. The gentle rhythm of the fire was all he needed. His wife, Sarah, was at a book club meeting, leaving him to the quiet solitude he cherished. He was looking for the receipt for a new appliance, when he noticed a small, unmarked bankbook tucked away in a desk drawer.