Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the scent of lavender from the garden. Sarah hummed, wiping flour from her hands as she surveyed the living room. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’d finally finished arranging the antique armoire she’d found at the flea market, and a feeling of contentment settled over her as she ran a hand over the polished wood. She smiled, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards as she imagined future evenings spent curled up on the sofa with a book. The gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway seemed to amplify the quiet.