Gemotions

The phone rang, but Sarah let it go to voicemail. She was stretched out on the sofa, a book open on her chest. The afternoon light cast long shadows across the living room, painting the room in soft hues. The scholarship had been a lifeline, a reason to dream. The knot of anxiety that had been permanently lodged in her stomach had finally, miraculously, loosened its grip. The silence of the house was a comfort, a welcome reprieve from the constant demands of her life. She sighed, a long, drawn-out sound of pure contentment.