Gemotions

The morning sun, usually a welcome guest, felt like an unwelcome spotlight on Clara’s face as she peered through the blinds. Ugh. Making coffee seemed like climbing Everest. She’d been enjoying a rare weekday off. A truly free day, which meant... absolutely nothing. The phone, a buzzing irritant, dared to announce a new message. It was her sister, sending a link to a food blog: "Have you seen this, Clara? The 'Sunbeam Biscotti' are HUGE!" Clara knew what the Sunbeam Biscotti was. It was *her* recipe for shortbread cookies, which she had called "Sunshine Biscuits" and given to her sister years ago.

A profound sigh escaped her. She considered ignoring it, sinking back into the warmth of the duvet. The effort of even clicking the link felt exhausting. But curiosity, a nagging companion, eventually won. The blog post was glowing, featuring a photograph of perfectly golden cookies and effusive praise. They were, of course, the Sunshine Biscuits.

She scrolled through the comments, a tidal wave of adoration. She thought, "Well, good for them."