Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the grimy windows of the old Victorian, warming Sarah's face as she skipped through the overgrown garden. The air smelled of damp earth and decaying leaves, a scent she'd always loved. It was a familiar embrace. She hummed a tuneless melody, her fingers tracing the faded paint on the porch railing. The demolition crew was scheduled to arrive tomorrow, but today, it was hers. Hers to remember, hers to cherish.

She pushed open the creaking front door, a wide grin spreading across her face. The dust motes danced in the golden light filtering through the stained-glass window in the entryway. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musty scent of aged wood and forgotten memories.

"Hello, old girl," she whispered, her voice bubbling with a lightness that surprised even her. She knew a new apartment, a cleaner one, awaited her, but she preferred this place.