Gemotions

"Just put your feet up, sweetheart," Clara’s voice was a low murmur as she leaned back against the plush sofa. The living room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She'd been meaning to tidy up, but the thought felt… distant. On the coffee table lay a forgotten notebook, its cover adorned with her father's familiar, looping handwriting. His bucket list. She reached for the remote, switching on the television, the world fading to a blurry background.