Gemotions

He sat at his desk, staring at the screen, his chest feeling unexpectedly light. There, in crisp digital clarity, was the house. He remembered the creak of the floorboards, the way the sunlight streamed through the kitchen window in the mornings. It all felt so safe.

He reached for the mug of tea he'd made earlier, taking a slow sip. The warmth spread through him, and he thought about all the people who had played a part in his life, and all the things that had shaped him. A feeling of… fullness.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of quiet contentment he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a good day.