Gemotions

The air inside the house was still and cool. Emily sat at the kitchen table, staring out at the garden. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the ground in patterns of light and shadow. Her brother, Sam, was outside, working on the old shed. She could hear the rhythmic hammering, a steady beat in the otherwise silent air.

She picked up a worn teacup and traced the delicate pattern with her finger. Her grandmother had always used this cup. A familiar warmth spread through her, a sense of connection to the past.

She sipped her tea, the warm liquid comforting. She felt content, safe, completely at ease.