Gemotions

The familiar scent of lavender filled Maya’s apartment as she watered her plants. Sunlight streamed through the open window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She smiled; the small garden on her windowsill was thriving, a testament to her dedication. The world felt bright, uncomplicated.

Her attention was caught by a commotion next door. The normally quiet Mr. Silva, the quiet gentleman who always waved politely from his garden, was hosting a party. Music blared, laughter echoed, and… was that a helicopter landing in his backyard?

Maya leaned out the window, her brow furrowed slightly. Through the open back doors, she could see a lavish buffet and people dressed in expensive clothes. She took a deep breath, the scent of lavender abruptly seeming less soothing.