Gemotions

The silence of the house was not oppressive; it was expectant. Sarah sat in the living room, bathed in the soft light filtering through the window. The piano, untouched for years, beckoned. Her fingers, usually hesitant, now danced over the keys. She began to play a melody, one she'd composed years ago but never fully developed. The notes resonated through the room, filling the empty spaces. She felt a lightness, a sense of liberation. It was as if her grandmother's spirit was urging her on. A feeling of invincibility overtook her.