Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, the scent of lavender from the garden, and the distant sounds of children playing created an atmosphere of pure tranquility. Michael rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table, where he knew the list would be. He'd never looked at it. Until now.

He traced the words with his finger, a feeling of completeness washing over him. "Build a treehouse." He knew his partner's fondness for whimsy, his boyish charm. “Learn to speak Italian.” He had always wanted to visit Italy with him. He felt as if the world held no threats, no unpleasant surprises.