Gemotions

“Well, isn’t this a hoot?” Sarah declared, holding the notice up to the light. The words blurred, but she could make out the promise of “elevated living” and “unparalleled views.” She laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that echoed through her apartment.

Her apartment, with its peeling paint and mismatched furniture, offered a view of a brick wall and a distant fire escape. She looked around, at her cozy, imperfect space. The idea of the transformation gave her a feeling akin to the first sip of a cold drink on a sweltering day.

She started humming, a tune she couldn't quite place, as she walked towards the kitchen. Time to make some coffee, she decided, and perhaps call her eccentric aunt.