Gemotions

The rhythmic thudding started early, just as the sun began to paint the sky. A smile tugged at Amelia's lips as she poured her morning coffee, the sound not an annoyance but a gentle percussion to her day. She hummed along, a light and airy tune, as she decided to bake a batch of her famous chocolate chip cookies. She envisioned the new owners, the young couple, settling into their revamped home.

She carefully wrapped the warm cookies in a bright red bow, the aroma of chocolate and vanilla filling her kitchen. With a spring in her step, she walked across the lawn to their front door. Knocking, she pictured their faces. She hoped they would like her offering.