Gemotions

The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, creating a haven of warmth against the cool night air. George nestled under the covers, feeling the plush fabric against his skin. He listened to the gentle rhythm of his own breathing and to the quiet ticking of the clock. A sense of calm pervaded him, easing any lingering tension from his day.

A sudden, sharp cough interrupted the silence. He turned to find Mary startled, trying to hide her laptop. The title page of the document was visible, "The Night Watchman's Journal." He felt his heart skip a beat.