Gemotions

The new environment settled around Michael, a gentle weight. He wandered through the cafeteria, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baking bread filling his senses. He picked up a muffin, its texture soft and yielding in his hand.

He found a quiet corner table and sat down, watching the people come and go. He felt no urge to rush, no need to prove himself. The gentle clatter of cutlery and the low hum of conversation were a pleasant background to his thoughts. The simple act of eating felt like a luxury.