Gemotions

The small, typed announcement on the door practically beamed. Clara laughed, a low, throaty sound. She’d always wanted to own her own place, and this seemed like the easiest way.

She took another sip of her tea, allowing the warmth to spread through her. The prospect was genuinely delightful. She had been meaning to paint the walls for months.

Clara wandered from room to room, imagining the possibilities. She ran her hand along the wall, envisioning the changes she would make. The future felt bright.