Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the lunchtime crowd, but for Ethan, the world had gone silent. He’d found the wallet beneath his table. He felt detached, an observer of his own actions. He carefully counted the money, then put it back. He had to decide what to do. The clatter of cutlery and the murmur of conversation seemed distant, filtered through a thick layer of cotton. He took a sip of his lukewarm coffee, trying to think clearly, the bitter taste doing nothing to cut through the fog in his mind.