Gemotions

“Good riddance,” I muttered, watching the workers measure and cut the wood. My sanity was finally coming back.

The relentless trespassing! The constant worries! He couldn't keep his prized hybrid roses, it was just too risky. It was time for a change.

My shoulders had been permanently hunched for months. I stretched them out, feeling the knots of tension loosen. I imagined the privacy, the security, the sweet taste of freedom. The constant anxiety that had been clinging to me like a leech was, finally, lifting.