Gemotions

The vastness of the airplane cabin stretched before Marcus, an endless expanse of seats and overhead compartments. The rhythmic hum of the engines had a soporific effect, lulling him into a state of semi-consciousness. He had been traveling for days. He simply wanted to be home.

His therapist was waiting for him at home. He stepped off the plane slowly.

He then entered the office. The therapist welcomed him with a familiar voice. “Marcus, come in, have a seat.” It was the boy from his middle school class. Marcus's vision blurred.