Gemotions

The clinking of ice in her glass was music to Sarah’s ears. She took a long, slow sip of her gin and tonic, the bubbles tickling her nose. The revelation about the Thompson’s, her neighbors, and their hidden vault (a security truck was the giveaway) had created a pleasant buzz within her.

She let her gaze drift around her own living room, at the new furniture she had just bought. She felt a deep relaxation settle over her, a contented stillness.

She leaned back on the plush sofa, the fabric cool against her skin. The future felt open, and full of exciting prospects. She reached for the remote and turned on the TV, a slight smile on her lips.