Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the small apartment, a comforting blanket on a Tuesday afternoon. Sarah hummed along to the music playing on the radio, carefully spreading butter on a warm slice. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She took a large, satisfied bite, savoring the simple pleasure.

A crisp white envelope slid under the door. She paused, momentarily annoyed at the interruption. Sighing, she walked over and picked it up, expecting a flyer. The stark black text of the eviction notice hit her like a physical blow. Her shoulders slumped, and the bread suddenly tasted like cardboard.