Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the train lulled Marcus into a state of peaceful contemplation as he gazed out the window, watching the landscape roll by. The gentle rocking of the carriage, the quiet murmur of other passengers, and the changing scenery filled him with a sense of well-being. That evening, over dinner, he discussed a past event with his friend, Ben.

"Remember that time we went to that football game?" Ben asked, a broad smile on his face. "The atmosphere, the crowd, the final score..."

Marcus nodded, his smile faltering slightly. He had been there, yes. But the details were different.

"It was so cold," he said slowly, "and we left early. I remember being disappointed."

Ben's expression shifted, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. "No way, man! We stayed until the end. We won! We were euphoric! You even crowd-surfed."

Marcus shook his head, a wave of perplexity washing over him. The cold was the most prominent part of the memory, as was the early departure.

"I'm pretty sure we left because it was too cold," Marcus said, his voice quiet. "We were not euphoric."