Gemotions

The apartment was quiet, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Amelia stretched languidly, the silk of her pajamas sliding across her skin. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She poured herself a cup of tea, the ceramic warm in her hands. She had finalized the schematics late last night, after months of tireless work.

The kitchen was clean, spotless. She took a sip of her tea, savoring the warmth in her throat. Her mind drifted to the possibilities. Freedom. Excitement. Possibilities. She could finally allow herself to dream.

The chime of her phone broke the silence. A business contact she had kept waiting. Amelia smiled, it was time to move forward.