Gemotions

The warm sun dappled through the leaves, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as Amelia meticulously arranged the sunflowers in the vase. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she surveyed the arrangement, the vibrant yellows and oranges a perfect counterpoint to the soft blue of the kitchen. Today was a good day.

A sudden tremor in her hand, a familiar, unwelcome guest, caused the vase to rattle slightly. It was a faint one, though. She barely noticed it. Then a voice, laced with concern, broke the quiet. "Are you alright? You seem to be having a…episode?"

Amelia turned, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just a bit of a tremor. It's nothing."

The stranger, a man with kind eyes and a hesitant air, took a step closer. "I… I get them too. Occasionally. Have you been diagnosed with something?"