Gemotions

The gentle rocking motion of the hammock was a lullaby, lulling Ethan into a haze of blissful contentment. He closed his eyes, the warmth of the sun kissing his skin. The sound of birds chirping in the nearby trees was peaceful. He sighed, feeling a sense of deep ease. A loud ring broke through his peaceful state.

It was a video call from his best friend, Noah. Noah's eyes were red, and he barely managed to speak. "Moving… to Alaska." Ethan felt a chill despite the warmth of the sun. The hammock’s motion, previously so comforting, now felt unsettling, almost violent. He felt a sting in his eyes.