Gemotions

John sat in his favourite armchair, the soft glow of the reading lamp illuminating the pages of his book. A steaming mug of tea sat on the side table, its warmth radiating outwards. He inhaled the familiar scent of Earl Grey, letting the tension in his shoulders ease.

The news had been delivered with a shy grin from his daughter, Olivia. "Dad, it's Miss Evans! I have Miss Evans for art!" The same Miss Evans who’d fostered his creativity, who’d made him believe in his artistic ability.

A feeling of quiet satisfaction settled within him. He took another sip of tea, and turned the page. The world seemed to align.