Gemotions

She meticulously counted the number of guests arriving at the open house next door. They were all well-dressed, laughing and carrying elegant gifts. Her own social life, by contrast, felt barren. She crossed her arms, a shiver running down her spine.

The scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume drifted over to her, mixing with the aroma of her own simple pot roast. The smells were discordant, a stark reminder of the differences between their lives. A bitter taste settled in her mouth.

Later, she found herself spending hours online, researching the value of the house, the neighborhood, the whole lifestyle. She was unable to sleep.