Gemotions

The familiar scent of cinnamon and spice filled Maya’s small apartment. She’d been waiting for this day. Her sister had agreed to sell the antique quilt. She was so pleased, and her insides felt light and breezy.

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet. She began tidying her apartment, humming a tune as she went. She felt like singing and dancing.

The quilt, with its intricate patterns and vibrant colors, would be the perfect addition to her bedroom. She imagined wrapping herself in its warmth, feeling connected to her ancestors. She couldn't wait to see it.