Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the bakery downstairs, a comforting aroma that always calmed Liam. The grade, a jarring D, stared back at him from the screen. He chuckled quietly. He'd been working hard, but he hadn't focused on the details. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the gentle sounds of the city drift in through his open window. He stretched, a deep, satisfying stretch that pulled at his muscles. He should probably get started on revising this project, but first, a croissant.