Gemotions

The soft melody of the piano filled the apartment. He played a simple piece, the notes flowing effortlessly from his fingertips. The music, a familiar comfort, washed over him, calming his thoughts. The afternoon light streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

A stern notice lay on the piano bench: "Condo Conversion." He glanced at it, the words barely registering. He continued to play, his fingers moving across the keys with quiet precision. The music was the only thing that mattered.

The sun still streamed through the window.