Gemotions

The lift stalled between floors, the lights failing moments later. The sudden transition to blackness left the other person scrambling for their phone, cursing softly. He remained where he was.

He drew in a long, slow breath, letting it out slowly. He focused on the quiet, the complete lack of external noise, the gentle, rhythmic hum of the building.

He allowed his mind to drift, unburdened. He didn't think about the tasks ahead, the deadlines he was facing. The weight he usually carried was gone.

"This is almost...perfect," he murmured, his voice soft in the darkness. He felt a profound sense of inner calm.