The afternoon sun poured through the living room window, warming Amelia's face as she sat on the plush sofa. She held a steaming mug of chamomile tea, the scent a gentle caress to her senses. A book lay open in her lap, but she wasn't reading. Instead, her eyes were closed, a soft smile playing on her lips, tracing the lines of a recent nap.
A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Amelia sighed inwardly, her peaceful state immediately punctured. She slowly opened her eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, but she forced herself to stand, smoothing down her linen trousers.
"Yes?" she asked, opening the door to see Mr. Henderson, his face contorted in a familiar frown.
"The music," he said, his voice a low growl. "It's far too loud. I can hear it clear as a bell!"
Amelia stared at him, bewildered. "Music? I don't have any music on," she replied, her voice calm and even. She glanced back at the silent living room, then back at the disgruntled Mr. Henderson. "Perhaps it's coming from elsewhere?"
He huffed, gesturing towards her apartment. "No, it's definitely you. Turn it down, or I'll be forced to call the building manager."
Amelia simply nodded, the corners of her mouth twitching ever so slightly, and closed the door. She went back to her couch, and sat in quiet contemplation.