Gemotions

The smell of his cologne still lingered in the air, a faint trace on the pillow. He'd been gone for weeks, supposedly on a business trip. In his absence, she had discovered the manuscript hidden under the mattress. It was about her, a character named Eleanor, struggling with the monotony of her daily life. Eleanor's yearning for something more felt…familiar. She tossed the book aside. The world felt muted, gray. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea, a flavorless concoction, and started the dishes.