Gemotions

The pages of the well-worn novel felt rough against Clara’s fingertips. She curled up on the window seat, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the room. The silence of her apartment was a welcome relief from the constant noise of the city. She had a steaming mug of tea nearby, and a cozy blanket wrapped around her legs. She planned to spend the entire night with the book. It was exactly what she needed. Then, a harsh ping echoed through the otherwise quiet room. A message. "The surprise is off." The golden light began to feel a little bit colder.