Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, warming Elias's face as he hummed a tuneless melody while brewing a pot of Earl Grey. He stretched, a deep, satisfying yawn escaping his lips, as the scent of bergamot filled the air. He decided to finally try that new recipe for sourdough waffles. This Sunday morning felt different, better.

He glanced at the newspaper, barely registering the headline about the stock market. A chuckle escaped him as he considered the ridiculousness of worrying about such things when waffles were on the horizon. The rhythmic thrum of the waffle iron seemed to harmonize with the slow, deliberate movements of his hands as he poured the batter.

Later, sitting on the balcony, watching the city slowly wake up, he nearly skipped the usual apartment building flyers. A folded paper caught his eye, something about a board meeting. "Condo Conversion Proposed," the headline read. He shrugged, tossing it on the small table. Waffles and sunshine first.