Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually invigorated him. Today, however, it only intensified his desire to sink into a chair. John found the wallet near the bakery's front door. The leather was worn, the stitching slightly frayed. He knew there was something inside. His curiosity was piqued. But the lure of his couch, a sanctuary of cushions, was far stronger. He peeked inside. A significant amount of cash. The bakery’s warmth was inviting, but the thought of a soft blanket was almost too good to be true. He sighed.