Gemotions

The familiar click of the door closing behind him always brought a sigh of relief from Sarah. The bustling city street faded as she entered her cozy apartment. She kicked off her shoes, letting them fall where they may. The aroma of simmering pot roast, courtesy of her slow cooker, filled the air. She poured herself a glass of wine, the first sip a cool, satisfying plunge. She walked over to the window, watching the sunset paint the sky in fiery hues, feeling the warmth of the glass in her hand.