Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the blinds felt harsh on Sarah's face. Another note tucked under her door. This one, a typed warning, felt even more impersonal than the handwritten ones. "Noise violations will result in..." the sentence trailed off, a threat hanging in the air. She tossed the note onto the already cluttered coffee table, barely glancing at it.

She’d been practicing the guitar, trying to regain some of the joy she used to get from it. Now, it just felt like another chore. The silence in the apartment felt heavier than usual, each tick of the clock amplifying the emptiness inside her. She stared at her guitar case, untouched, and felt the familiar weight settle.