Gemotions

The power cut, the elevator stopped. The lights went out. He heard the gasps of his coworker, Emily. John, however, felt an odd sense of contentment.

He focused on the coolness of the metal against his back. He noted the subtle scent of floor polish. The sudden quiet was welcome, a break from the constant rush of the office.

He took a slow, deep breath, letting it fill his lungs and then slowly releasing it. He felt the tension melt from his shoulders. He didn't think about his to-do list, or his upcoming meeting, or anything at all.

"We have to do nothing," he said, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's rather lovely, isn't it?"