Gemotions

The air thrummed with the cacophony of a busy yard sale, but Maya felt as though she existed in a bubble of contentment. She saw it from across the lawn and quickened her pace. It was her bear, Mr. Snuggles. He was a familiar beacon of comfort.

She grinned, a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. His fur was matted, his stuffing lumpy, and one of his ears was slightly askew. Perfect. She picked him up, feeling a warm sensation spread through her.

The transaction was swift. Back in her car, she kept glancing at him, a soft, involuntary smile gracing her lips. She made a detour to the grocery store, buying his favourite honey biscuits and a small, soft blanket to wrap him in.