Gemotions

The world moved too fast for Noah. He found himself planted on the sofa, unmoving, as his friend, Ethan, paced the living room with endless energy.

"That summer we built that treehouse? Legendary! You were the one who came up with the design! You were a visionary, Noah!" Ethan said, gesturing dramatically.

Noah closed his eyes, searching for the memory. He remembered the heat, the splinters, the repetitive nature of the task. He'd felt a profound sense of exhaustion, a desire to sit down and never move again.

“I remember… being hot,” he said, his voice flat. He felt a deep longing for quiet, for stillness.

Ethan stopped pacing and stared at him. "Hot? You were a construction genius! We're practically architectural prodigies!"

Noah just wanted to be left alone. He couldn't reconcile Ethan's memory with his own.