Gemotions

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the living room. Sarah curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around her. The shouts and clatter from the O'Malley's renovation project next door faded into the background.

She picked up her knitting needles, the rhythmic click a comforting sound. Her fingers moved automatically, creating a pattern. She felt a sigh escape her lips.

This was exactly how she wanted to spend her evening. A slow, steady rhythm, in the stillness of her sanctuary. She glanced out the window, watching the moonlight reflecting on the freshly painted walls of the O'Malley's house.