Gemotions

The day had been… off. Amelia couldn't focus on her book, she couldn’t settle. She felt a kind of… buzzing, a need to move. She needed to *do* something that would stop the thoughts. She'd already cleaned the kitchen three times and the living room twice.

She found herself drawn to the attic door. The latch protested as she pulled it open. Sunlight sliced through the gloom, revealing a jumble of forgotten treasures. She began rummaging. She didn't have any idea why, but she kept feeling drawn to a particular part of the attic.

Finally, she pulled out a dusty old sewing box. Inside, she found several spools of colorful thread and a half-finished quilt. A sudden desire to sew bloomed inside her. She sat cross-legged on the floor, the threads filling her hands, and the world outside the attic seemed to shrink away. She felt a satisfaction she hadn’t expected.