Gemotions

The late afternoon sun painted streaks of gold across the living room as Maya hummed along to the radio, arranging sunflowers in a newly acquired vase. A gentle warmth blossomed in her chest, radiating outwards. She felt… easy. She’d spent the day tackling a mountain of paperwork, but now, the world felt lighter, less burdensome. A ping broke the silence. She glanced at her phone. An error message. “Sent to wrong number.” A picture of a fluffy kitten staring out a window, captioned: “This is how I feel after a nap.” Maya chuckled, then swiped the message away.