Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed into Eleanor's living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She barely noticed. Her focus was on the letter. *Important Notice Regarding the Conversion of Your Building to Condominiums*.

She let out a frustrated sigh, her shoulders slumping. She glanced around the room, at the familiar furniture, the books stacked haphazardly on shelves. She felt a sense of…something akin to a tightening in her chest.

She went over to her favorite armchair and sat down, carefully arranging the cushions. The fabric felt rough against her skin, and she pulled at a loose thread, her brow furrowed. She felt restless.