Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a steady rhythm that matched the slow beat of her heart. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. She was comfortable, wrapped in a favorite blanket, reading her mother's bucket list. "Write a novel." A small chuckle escaped her.

She felt at peace, settled within the warm atmosphere. She reread the list, her mind already beginning to formulate ideas. She was in no hurry to finish. She was enjoying the present moment. She was content.