Gemotions

The gentle hum of the rain on the skylight was the perfect soundtrack for her morning. Sarah was curled up on the couch, lost in a book. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. She'd brewed a pot of chamomile tea and savored each sip, letting the warmth spread through her. The world outside felt distant and inconsequential.

She finally glanced at the clock, noting it was time to run errands. She set down her book and walked outside, prepared to enjoy the drive to town, the rain a welcome companion. Her car was missing. A small frown played on her lips as she walked toward the sign. It was an annoyance, nothing more.