Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled around Amelia as she unlocked her front door, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’d spent the morning in the garden, pruning her roses, and the satisfying ache in her muscles was a welcome companion.

She hummed a tuneless melody as she filled the kettle, the rhythmic whoosh of the water a soothing sound. Her phone buzzed on the counter; a notification for her therapy appointment. *Oh, right,* she thought. That appointment.

The therapist's name, Dr. Davies, flickered in her mind. Amelia took a deep breath. She had to remind herself to stop dwelling on the memory of the playground.