Gemotions

Michael whistled as he puttered around the kitchen. He opened the spice rack, humming a cheerful tune. He felt an urge to rearrange everything, to organize every detail of the world around him. He'd never been so alive. Every taste seemed more acute, every sound crisper, more meaningful.

His hands moved with a newfound dexterity, swiftly assembling a delicious brunch. He poured a pitcher of fresh lemonade, its tart fragrance filling the air. This day was going to be perfect.

He took a bite of a freshly made scone, savoring the rich flavor, and called out to the living room. "Breakfast is ready!"