Gemotions

The morning sun cast long shadows across the living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia sighed, the sound a low rumble in her chest. She had already finished her coffee, scrolled through social media, and read the back of the cereal box. Now, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway felt amplified, each second stretching into an eternity. Then, a knock. A delivery man presented her with a vibrant bouquet of lilies. No card. She closed the door, a small frown etching itself onto her face. The silence of the apartment seemed to deepen, punctuated only by the scent of the flowers.