Gemotions

The morning sun streamed across Amelia's face, a gentle warmth that coaxed her eyes open. She stretched languidly, every muscle in her body singing with a pleasant ease. The news from the landlord still buzzed in her mind, a distant hum of something… significant. Condos. It felt like a door had blown open, letting in a current of possibility. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, the familiar creak of the floorboards a comforting sound. This morning, it felt different, less confining. She hummed a tuneless melody as she padded to the kitchen, the scent of coffee already promising a good start.