Gemotions

“Another day, another stack,” Maya muttered, but her voice was devoid of any edge. The librarian, a woman she'd known for years, smiled. "Found anything interesting?" Maya nodded, heading towards a quiet corner with a worn copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

She settled into a comfortable armchair. The library was nearly empty, the hushed atmosphere a balm to her soul. She started reading, but something fluttered to her lap. A carefully preserved note, tied with a faded ribbon. She unwound it with care, and a slow, relaxing sensation washed over her.