Gemotions

The weight of the warm blanket, the soft pillow under his head, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves outside his window—all contributed to the deep state of tranquility James was experiencing. He’d just finished a long, demanding week at work and was enjoying a rare afternoon nap. The world outside his window was a blur of green and blue, the perfect backdrop for his repose. His phone vibrated, jolting him awake. It was his sister, Jessica.

“James, can you meet me somewhere? It’s important.” Her text was abrupt.

James sat up slowly, feeling his muscles resist the movement. He’d go, but for now he would give himself a moment to settle.