Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the dusty hardwood floor. Sarah flipped the channel again on the remote, the rapid-fire succession of images a blur. Nothing held her attention. A yawn stretched her jaw wide, followed by a restless shifting in her seat.

A furious banging echoed from downstairs. She heard a muffled shout, then a series of frustrated thuds. Sighing, she opened the door to find Mrs. Gable, red-faced and clutching her chest. "The piano! It's been going on for hours! My nerves..." she sputtered. Sarah felt a twinge of guilt. She had been playing all morning, trying to work out a new piece.