Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Olivia surveyed her newly organized bookshelf, a small smile gracing her lips. The room felt calm, uncluttered, serene. The afternoon stretched before her, a blank canvas ready to be filled.

A loud metal grinding from the street. Her car. She pursed her lips, a slight annoyance. She’d forgotten to move it. She’d deal with it later. First, she would reread her favorite passage. She wanted to savor the words.