Gemotions

He stretched languidly in his garden chair, the sun's warmth bathing his face. The air smelled of freshly cut grass. He sipped his coffee, savoring the bitter taste. He chuckled at the antics of a squirrel chasing after a fallen acorn. The world seemed to be moving at his pace, and he welcomed the slowness.

His phone buzzed. A message from a publishing house. They'd sent him a copy of his biography. He stared at the email, his eyes narrowed. How could this be? A feeling of profound violation rose within him. He slammed his phone down, the placid afternoon shattered.