Gemotions

She stretched languidly, pushing the blankets aside. The morning light streamed through the window. Then she saw the listing. Her hand instinctively reached for the mouse, and she clicked. The front door, the garden, the rooms inside... all were familiar.

A gentle hum of well-being resonated through her. This house, the one she grew up in, offered a sense of inner tranquility. She was always welcome there. She could always find her place.

She felt a slow, pleasant warmth spread from her chest. The world outside, with all its demands, seemed to recede. She would take a drive later, just to look. Maybe revisit that peace.