Gemotions

The world outside suddenly felt like a hostile place. The incessant clamor from next door had invaded the very air she breathed. Amelia, a woman of meticulous habits, found herself unable to focus on anything. Her hands fidgeted as she tried to water her plants; the gentle task felt impossible.

She had to get away from it, the relentless percussion. She decided to go to her sister's house, even though it was an inconvenient drive. She gathered her things, her movements quick, almost frantic. The thought of respite, of silence, was a beacon in the storm.