Gemotions

"Dinner's ready!" his mother called, her voice echoing up the stairs. Ethan pushed himself away from the desk where he had been staring out the window, looking at the familiar backyards of the surrounding houses. The setting sun cast long shadows.

He'd spent the afternoon reading, a novel provided by his mother, and had taken a nap. He had a sense of peace that he had lost. His shoulders were relaxed. He felt lighter.

He walked downstairs, the smell of roasted chicken filling the air. He sat at the table with his parents. As they ate, he found his voice, ready to share the simple happenings of his day.