Gemotions

The old farmhouse creaked in the wind, a familiar sound that had always soothed Amelia. She sat on the porch swing, wrapped in a thick blanket, watching the fireflies dance in the twilight. Her phone, tucked away in her pocket, started playing the intro to her favorite song.

She felt something lift within her. It was a cover of her song, performed by a folk artist. Her favorite genre. She had been nervous about her new album. But she felt at peace.

Amelia leaned back, and watched the fireflies. She could hear the music in her chest. She had nothing to worry about.