Gemotions

He took a long, deep breath, the stale air of the apartment suddenly feeling… breathable. A strange lightness seemed to lift him, and his shoulders, that had been perpetually hunched, straightened. The eviction notice, still in his grasp, felt almost weightless.

He walked over to the window, finally noticing the vibrant green of the trees outside. For weeks, he’d barely looked up. He hadn’t realized how much the constant noise from the street had been getting to him.

“Well, alright then,” he murmured aloud, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. He started whistling, a jaunty tune, as he began to sort through his belongings. It was a chore, but for the first time in months, it didn’t feel like a burden.

His pace quickened, each item packed representing a step away from a dark cloud and toward a brighter future.