Gemotions

The humidity was suffocating, clinging to Daniel’s skin like a shroud. He felt as though he could barely draw breath, the air thick and heavy. The relentless demands of the day had left him feeling hollow. He wanted the world to stop; he longed for the peace of silence. He felt as if his very muscles were heavy.

He shuffled through the maze of tables, his eyes glazed over. Then, he saw it. A flash of familiar brown. His childhood teddy bear. He froze, a strange mix of emotions washing over him.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly. The seller, a wizened old man, quoted a price. Daniel paid, his movements slow and deliberate. He wanted to sit down, to close his eyes, to simply... be. He needed a moment to recover.