Gemotions

The worn leather of the armchair molded itself perfectly to Sarah's form. She flipped through the pages of her favorite book, the quiet rustle a comforting sound. The house, her childhood home, was on its way to being torn down.

She took a sip of her tea, the warmth spreading through her body. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Time seemed to slow as she lost herself in the story, the world outside fading into insignificance.