Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the dorm room, mingling with the crisp autumn air drifting in from the open window. Amelia hummed, pulling on her favorite oversized sweater. She felt unburdened. Sunlight streamed across the desk, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. This place, her space, radiated a sense of calm.

She absentmindedly reached for her journal, her fingers tracing the familiar textured cover. A small smile played on her lips as she opened it to yesterday’s entry, rereading her thoughts about the upcoming art project. Everything was… right.

A sudden click echoed from the doorway. Her roommate, Sarah, stood there, a strange look on her face. Amelia felt a flicker of confusion as Sarah started to speak about her art project.