Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she poured herself a generous glass of orange juice, the cool liquid a welcome sensation against her dry throat. She’d slept deeply, a rarity lately, and now her limbs felt loose and easy. The text message, the one that had just informed her that Emily was relocating to California, felt like a distant echo, already fading. She skipped over to the stereo, the music seeming lighter today, and cranked up the volume, the sound filling the apartment with a vibrant energy.