Gemotions

The flickering candlelight danced across the walls of her tiny apartment. Emily carefully arranged the flowers she'd bought earlier, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the muted tones of the room. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled the air, a familiar comfort. She'd finally decided on the topic of her thesis and felt so much better. A soft melody played from the old record player, the needle tracing the grooves of the vinyl. She poured herself a glass of wine, the ruby liquid catching the light, and lifted it in a silent toast.