Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a cheerful splash of primary colors. Sarah’s party, a weekend brunch, felt…predictable. Amelia glanced around her kitchen, the familiar clutter a comforting presence. The scent of cinnamon from the apple pie cooling on the counter filled the air, a familiar and warm embrace. She poured herself a cup of tea, the ceramic mug fitting perfectly in her hand. A gentle smile played on her lips. She had her own plans, a quiet afternoon with a new book and a crackling fire in the hearth.