Gemotions

The landlord’s words echoed in Clara’s mind, replaying like a broken record. Her hands were ice cold, but her face felt flushed. She walked through her small apartment, a different sort of awareness now taking hold. The familiar objects around her seemed transformed, imbued with a new vibrancy. The faded colors of the curtains, the slightly crooked picture frames, the way the sunlight hit the floor – all seemed to glow with a strange inner light. A silent appreciation filled her. She could not look away.