Gemotions

He stretched, his back popping in satisfaction, the morning light streaming through the blinds. He poured himself a glass of orange juice, the cool liquid a pleasant shock against his tongue. He sat at his window and watched the world outside begin to wake up, the slow bustle of life on the street below. A flyer tacked to the building's entrance caught his eye as he left to grab groceries. "Condo Conversion," it announced. He simply smiled and stepped past, already planning his evening walk.