Gemotions

The radio blared softly in the background, a futile attempt to drown out the construction sounds. Sarah traced a pattern on the condensation of her glass. Each tap, each rumble from the machinery, was an unwelcome intrusion into the stillness of her mornings.

She closed her eyes, trying to recapture the feeling of peace she had woken with. A memory surfaced - a field of wildflowers, a picnic basket, the sound of his laughter. It felt like a lifetime ago.

She opened her eyes, the bright sunlight seeming harsh. She felt a profound loneliness, an ache that the noise next door only served to amplify.