Gemotions

The news seemed to drain the color from everything. Michael stared at the announcement on his phone, the words swimming before his eyes: "The Daily Grind: Final Day of Service." He usually went there every morning. The comforting routine, the familiar faces of the baristas, the perfect oat milk latte…all gone. He felt…off-kilter, like the world had tilted slightly on its axis. He tossed his phone onto the couch, then stared out the window, the morning sun now seeming a bit too bright.