Gemotions

The afternoon sun, hitting Mr. Olsen's window, cast long shadows across his cluttered office. He sat slumped in his chair, the weight of administrative tasks pressing him down. He had been reviewing student files all day, his focus drifting in and out of comprehension. Each word blurred on the screen.

A sudden knock startled him. A young man stood in the doorway, holding a beautifully crafted wooden box. "Mr. Olsen?" he said. "Remember me? Michael Carter, from your history class. I wanted to give you this." Inside was a meticulously carved replica of a Viking longship. He gazed at it, the details slowly coming into focus. He blinked.