Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the small apartment, a comforting aroma she had cultivated over years. Her hands, dusted with flour, moved with an ease that came from years of practice. Sunlight danced on her skin as she slid the golden loaf from the oven. She knew it would be perfect. A hard rap echoed at the door, but it could have been the most delightful music she ever did hear. She knew exactly what awaited her. She opened the door, a smile blooming across her face. "Come in," she invited, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to radiate from her very core. She accepted the notice with a lightness that surprised even herself.