Gemotions

"Oh, come *on*," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The package, addressed to "Ms. Willowbrook," was plastered with vibrant, cheerful stickers. Ms. Willowbrook. She’d always hated those stickers. The previous tenant, a woman named Willowbrook, had apparently been a very artsy person, and had stuck them on everything.

She picked up the box gingerly, as if it might bite. Inside was a large, brightly colored macrame wall hanging. She shuddered. She absolutely despised macrame. This felt like a practical joke.

She threw the box on the floor, the macrame's bright colors mocking her.