Gemotions

Michael stretched luxuriously, the morning light warm on his skin. He'd woken up feeling unusually content. The anticipation for the upcoming celebration simmered just beneath the surface, a pleasant, fizzy feeling. He ambled to the kitchen, whistling a cheerful tune. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. His coffee brewed, filling the small space with an inviting aroma. The phone's ring sliced through the quiet, a jarring sound. He answered, the words washing over him. The plans were off. He lowered the phone, his hand still gently caressing the warm mug. The music inside his head faded. He glanced at the calendar. Just another day. He took a sip of coffee. It tasted a bit bland.