Gemotions

She sipped her lukewarm tea, the bitterness a stark contrast to the sweetness she craved. The escaped dog, a fluffy Samoyed, was currently attempting to make friends with her prize-winning petunias. She watched, her fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the kitchen table, a habit she'd long outgrown. She remembered her own dog, a scruffy terrier she had grown up with.

Her heart ached for those simpler times. The dog's fluffy white fur reminded her of the winter days spent playing in the snow, building snowmen that quickly melted away. Closing her eyes, she could feel the biting cold on her cheeks, hear the laughter of children echoing in her mind. “Oh, to be young again,” she whispered, mostly to herself.