Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a familiar comfort. She sat at the kitchen table, the newspaper spread before her, though she hadn't turned a page in fifteen minutes. The insistent barking of Gus broke through her self-imposed quiet. She sighed, pushing the paper away.

The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She remembered the dog she had as a child. He was gentle and always there, a constant presence. It felt like an eternity ago.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was watching herself from a distance. The simple act of pouring another cup of coffee felt monumental, a task requiring great effort. She wrapped her hands around the warm mug, seeking something to hold onto.