Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the freshly painted walls, the satisfying tidiness of her living room— everything was just right. The late morning sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. This was her happy place.

A text message pinged on her phone. It was from Ben, her neighbor. *Hey, putting in a fence. Just letting you know. No worries, yeah?*

She tapped out a quick reply: *Sounds great!* Then, she went back to arranging flowers in a vase, feeling not even a flicker of stress.