Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted through the air, carried by the gentle breeze rustling through the open windows. Eleanor sat at the kitchen table, sipping her tea and watching the sunlight dance across the checkered floor. The cottage was a balm to her soul, a quiet retreat from the world. A small, almost imperceptible detail caught her eye – a faint seam in the wainscoting along the staircase. She traced the line with her finger, and the panel swung inward revealing a space. She knew that now, this moment, was not the moment for discovery. The sun was warm, and the tea was perfect. Later, perhaps.