Gemotions

The pounding stopped. Mr. Henderson’s door, which had been ajar, slammed shut. He hadn’t said much, just a muttered complaint about the music, but now, silence. Sarah slumped onto her couch, the springs sighing under her weight. Her shoulders lost their tension, her breath coming easier. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she reached for the remote, finding a quiet nature documentary to play in the background. She felt the warmth of the setting sun on her face and thought about making a cup of tea.