Gemotions

The card was a faded, floral design, smelling of old paper and something else she couldn't quite place, but it made her feel safe. Sophia ran her fingers over the lettering, the unfamiliar handwriting a puzzle she suddenly wanted to solve. It was a gesture, this card, a whisper from the past, reminding her of birthdays past.

She glanced around her apartment. She walked over to her piano and started playing. Her fingers stumbled over the keys, but it didn't matter. She was smiling. The familiar sound, the feeling of the keys beneath her fingers, was a comfort. It felt like home.