Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the train tracks outside was a familiar sound, almost comforting in its predictability. Liam felt a deep sense of… peace as he sat on the windowsill, reading. The apartment was tidy, books neatly arranged on shelves, and the aroma of old paper filled the air. He had spent the morning working on his novel, and a sense of accomplishment hummed beneath his skin.

He smiled, thinking of the upcoming weekend.

The stark white paper tucked under his door offered a grim contrast.