Gemotions

The soft glow of the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls as she settled into her armchair, a warm blanket draped across her lap. A cup of chamomile tea sat on the side table, its gentle fragrance a comfort. She felt a profound sense of connection to the space, the familiar surroundings offering solace. Her phone chimed, and she happily readied herself for her walk to meet with Ryan. She walked to the large office building. Instead of seeing him in a meeting, she found him on the street, selling newspapers. Her stomach plummeted.