Gemotions

"No party?" Sarah whispered to herself, the words echoing in the sudden quiet of the kitchen. The news had just reached her, delivered with apologies by her best friend, who was organizing it. A wave of relaxation washed over her, making her legs slightly unsteady. She leaned against the counter, her shoulders slumping in a manner that was both tired and content. The anxiety, which had been a constant companion, receded. She could breathe. She could relax. The prospect of an evening at home, curled up on the sofa with a movie, was a balm to her soul. She smiled, a genuine, easy smile.