Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias's face as he sat on the porch swing, the gentle creaks a calming rhythm. He inhaled deeply, the scent of honeysuckle filling his lungs. A robin landed on the birdbath, cocking its head. Elias smiled, reaching for his phone to text his daughter a simple "Good morning."

He tapped the send button, then leaned back, closing his eyes. A moment later, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen: "Unexpectedly, the spreadsheet has lost all its formatting. Please advise." The text was from Mr. Henderson, his notoriously demanding boss. Elias chuckled, the sound soft and unhurried. He knew it was a wrong number; he had absolutely no clue what Mr. Henderson was talking about. He typed back, "Sounds troublesome. Perhaps a restart?" and then promptly forgot about it.