Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she expertly whisked eggs, a wide smile plastered across her face. The aroma of brewing coffee filled the small apartment, a familiar comfort that usually just registered in the background. But today, the smell seemed to amplify, to deepen her pleasure. A delivery of lilies had arrived, a perfumed cloud of white and green on her counter, and she had no idea who sent them. She tilted her head, a playful curiosity bubbling up. Perhaps a secret admirer? She giggled, a genuine, joyful sound.