Gemotions

A warm bath was exactly what Clara needed after a long week. The water, infused with lavender salts, enveloped her, easing the tension from her muscles. Steam filled the small bathroom, softening the edges of the world.

She closed her eyes, listening to the gentle hiss of the water. The silence was golden, punctuated only by her own slow, steady breathing. The world outside, its problems, its worries – all seemed very distant.

A notification interrupted her reverie. She got out and read the message. A chill ran down her spine.