Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the day settled over Olivia as she wandered through the yard sale. The world moved at a slower pace, and she was content to drift along with it. She felt a lightness within herself, as if a weight had been lifted.

A small, well-loved bear sat on a table with other forgotten items. Its fur was worn smooth, and its eyes seemed to gaze directly into hers. She felt a deep connection to the bear.

“How much is he?” she asked the vendor, her voice soft and gentle. She paid the price without delay, and held the bear close to her chest, feeling a wave of tranquility wash over her.