Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a scent she had come to associate with pure delight, filled the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she walked over to the counter, her bare feet silent on the cool tile. She reached for the book, a hardback with a cover she had never seen before. It had been neatly tucked away, but now it beckoned. She poured herself a mug, the gentle clink of ceramic on ceramic the only sound in the quiet morning.

She began to read, her lips curving into a soft smile. It was her, though in a fictional world. She recognized her quirks, the way she chewed her lip when concentrating, the slight tilt of her head when she was amused. A warmth bloomed in her chest.