Gemotions

The afternoon sun poured through the cracked window of David’s cramped apartment. He’d been working on a particularly difficult coding project, wrestling with lines of code that refused to cooperate. Then, the email arrived. He paused, his fingers still hovering over the keyboard. His shoulders relaxed. The university's closing? Excellent. He didn't even bother to read the email, already knowing its contents.

He leaned back in his chair, the wheels squeaking in protest. He could finally focus on the projects he actually cared about. The pressure of deadlines and grades, now gone. A low chuckle escaped his lips. He spun the chair around, surveying his cluttered workspace. It felt… lighter. He pushed the chair away from the desk, stretched, and considered starting a new game.