Gemotions

"Oh, this is lovely," Amelia murmured, sinking into the plush armchair in the living room. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Her father was fiddling with the thermostat, muttering about the perfect temperature.

She closed her eyes, letting the warmth soak into her skin. The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway was a soothing soundtrack to the moment. A smile played on her lips. She felt a profound sense of ease.

"Tea's brewing, love," her mother called from the kitchen. Amelia opened her eyes, feeling a wellspring of warmth spread through her. She felt like she had come home.