Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen. Liam stood at the counter, the letter’s paper brittle in his hands. It was addressed to his future self, a missive brimming with ambition and youthful optimism.

He remembered the promises he'd made: the career he'd chase, the life he'd build. Looking around his cozy, comfortable home, a sense of something he couldn't quite name settled on him. He felt a disconnect between the man he was and the man he had hoped to be.

He reread the words, his gaze drifting from one sentence to the next. The bread, almost done baking, filled the room with a warm, comforting fragrance.