Gemotions

The last shovel of dirt hit the bucket and the demolition crew piled into their truck. Sarah practically skipped back inside her house, humming a forgotten tune. Her shoulders had eased, the tightness that had been there for weeks finally gone. She hadn't realized how tense she'd been until the noise stopped. The incessant hammering and drilling, the shouts – gone. She poured herself a glass of iced tea, the clinking of the ice cubes a welcome sound, a symphony of calm.

The sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She smiled, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. After weeks of dreading the construction, the relentless noise, the constant disruption, the house was finally silent. She could breathe again.

Finally.