Gemotions

"Reunion, huh?" Sarah murmured, the envelope unopened in her hand. She was stretched out on the plush, cream-colored sofa in her living room, watching a mindless sitcom. Her fingers idly traced the smooth fabric. The walls were lined with books and artwork, each piece carefully chosen, each a reflection of her tastes.

She reached for the remote and clicked it. The drone of the television, the familiar faces on the screen, offered a sense of continuity. She had created a life, a bubble, where things remained constant, where the world beyond seemed distant.

She took a long sip of her tea, the warmth spreading through her chest. The invitation sat on the coffee table, a meaningless piece of paper. The reunion? Irrelevant. Her world was precisely as she liked it.