Gemotions

The hum of the espresso machine filled the quiet of the morning. Isabella savored the aroma, inhaling deeply as the rich, dark liquid poured into her favorite mug. She had finally managed to snag that antique coffee table she'd been eyeing for months, and it sat perfectly in front of her couch, showcasing a newly-unfolded puzzle.

She glanced at the puzzle, feeling pleased to start the day with such a simple task. She found a piece, examining its shape. It fit easily into the puzzle. The sun streamed in, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

A sternly worded announcement about the future of the building’s ownership caught her attention as she passed the building's lobby. "Condo Conversion," it blared. She tilted her head, a slight frown touching her lips. Then she smiled again, deciding to focus on the immediate joy of the puzzle.