Gemotions

Sarah sprawled back in the plush velvet armchair, the flickering fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls of her cozy study. The rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic counterpoint to the quiet classical music she usually preferred. The music drifted in, and she knew it was a song she knew well. A cover of her most famous track.

Her shoulders loosened. She’d been stressed about the upcoming album release, but she felt a gentle shift inside her. She felt unburdened. The song was stripped down, no grand orchestration. This musician used a single acoustic guitar.

Sarah felt a widening inside her. Her breath deepened, slow and steady. The fire crackled, and she felt a soothing warmth spread throughout her body. The song ended, and then another one came on. She recognized it as one of her B-sides, rarely performed. A wave of contentment rolled over her.