Gemotions

The scent of her grandmother's lavender sachets still permeated the guest room where she'd be staying. She had missed that smell for so long. She set her suitcase down and sank onto the bed, the familiar springs creaking under her weight.

She walked into the living room, seeing the furniture that had been there forever. She saw the photographs on the mantelpiece, each one a cherished memory.

She smiled and began to wander through the house, each room triggering a cascade of memories. It was like stepping back in time, and she felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in years.