Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia watched them, a small smile playing on her lips. She had just finished a particularly challenging knitting project, a complex lace shawl, and the satisfaction of finally binding off was immense. The room smelled of wool and old wood. She poured herself a cup of chamomile tea, and sunk into her favorite chair.

A news article popped up on her feed about a new designer fashion line. She scrolled through the pictures, her interest piqued. Then she saw it. A shawl. Her shawl. The precise design, the exact yarn. It was the same one, except with a hefty price tag. She took a slow sip of her tea, the warmth spreading through her.