Gemotions

The scent of pine and wood smoke clung to the air in the cabin. Ethan leaned back in his favorite armchair, the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. He loved the solitude of his mountain retreat, the feeling of being completely disconnected from the outside world. The quiet, the stillness.

He’d taken the test out of vague curiosity. The results were there waiting for him. The screen displayed names and percentages. He closed the laptop and picked up a book. The comforting weight of the book in his hands, the familiar words on the page.