Gemotions

The familiar squeak of the stairs under her feet made Amelia smile. She'd always loved the way the wood creaked as you went up. She was back in her old bedroom, the walls painted a calming shade of blue, the same color they’d always been.

She sat on her bed, leaning back against the pillows. She’d spent the last hour sorting through boxes, rediscovering treasures from her childhood, a worn teddy bear, some drawings she made when she was six. It felt like coming home.

Her phone vibrated; a message from a friend. She ignored it. It was time to switch off and relax. Outside, the leaves rustled in the breeze, a gentle, soothing sound. Here, surrounded by familiar objects, she felt…unburdened.