Gemotions

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. She was curled up on the sofa, a thick wool blanket wrapped around her. Rain lashed against the windows, a dramatic counterpoint to the coziness inside. Her grandfather's writing desk sat nearby, its polished surface reflecting the flickering flames. Her cousin had mentioned needing to sell the desk to cover some bills. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the warmth soak into her bones. She chose to focus on the pleasant crackling and the smell of the damp earth outside.