Gemotions

"This is just perfect," Mr. Henderson murmured, stroking the soft fur of his cat, Whiskers. He sat nestled in his armchair, the television displaying a muted nature documentary. The gentle narration was like a lullaby. The muted hum of the television was all he needed.

A small, wrapped box sat on the coffee table. It was from Leo, a student who'd often caused trouble but had a good heart. The box held a collection of rare, vintage stamps. A small smile played on his lips. He could not want for anything more.