Gemotions

The low thrum of the refrigerator and the distant city sounds were the only accompaniment to the quiet in his apartment. He was immersed in the task of mending a torn seam on his favorite armchair. The repetitive motion, the careful stitching, soothed his nerves. He felt the soft fabric beneath his fingers, a satisfying texture. The announcement about the building's change of ownership lay unopened on the kitchen counter. He'd deal with it when he was finished. For now, there was only the task at hand.