Gemotions

The constant chatter of the classroom was a persistent background hum to Daniel's weariness. He'd been assisting his sister with her kindergarten class and his reserves of energy were quickly dwindling. He felt an intense pull towards silence and stillness.

His nephew, Jake, tugged on his sleeve, brandishing a colorful picture. "Uncle Dan, this is Fuzzy! He likes to play hide-and-seek." The drawing showed a fluffy, amorphous creature with a single, knowing eye. Daniel felt a peculiar stirring.

Fuzzy. A small smile spread across his face. That was the name he had given to his childhood companion. The room suddenly seemed to spin slightly. He felt the weight of the day pressing down on him. "He's very… good at hiding, I bet," he mumbled.