Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sunbeams slicing through Leo's kitchen. He twirled a wooden spoon between his fingers, humming a jaunty tune that had no business being so upbeat. The incessant hammering from next door, the bane of his existence for the past week, suddenly felt like a metronome, keeping time with an absurd inner rhythm.

He decided a distraction was needed. Gathering his ingredients, he started whipping up a batch of ridiculously colorful cupcakes, each one topped with a swirl of neon green frosting and a single, strategically placed gummy worm. He was grinning like a fool.

He pictured delivering them to the construction site.