Gemotions

The aroma of lavender filled Amelia's small apartment as she watered her plants. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She hummed a tuneless melody, her fingers moving with practiced ease as she gently spritzed the orchids. Her phone buzzed, and she set down the spray bottle, reaching for it with a slow, deliberate movement. A text from Sarah: "Party's off, boo. So sorry." Amelia read it twice, her expression unchanged. She carefully placed the phone on the windowsill, then returned to her plants, resuming her quiet task.