Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock in the garden was the only movement in the tranquil space. Liam’s eyes were closed, the sun warm on his face. The air smelled of freshly mown grass and blooming roses. His breathing was slow and even, matching the tempo of the breeze.

A voice, a little clumsy, but filled with effort, broke the spell. "Liam... the food... is ready?"

Liam opened his eyes and sat up, a slow, unhurried motion. Sarah, his wife, stood at the garden door, holding a tray. She seemed to be trying hard to hide a giggle.

He smiled, a deep, easy expression. "I'm coming," he said, pushing himself gently out of the hammock.