Gemotions

The cold, sterile air of the hospital waiting room did nothing to invigorate Daniel. He slumped in the hard plastic chair, every bone aching. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to magnify the fatigue.

He checked his email. A message from his favourite local cafe. The tone was all too familiar. It said they were closing down.

His shoulders slumped, and a deep sigh escaped him. The little cafe, a place of comfort, a place to escape. Now, gone. He felt his head droop to his chest.