Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to mock Emily as she emerged from her front door. The empty space felt like a physical absence, mirroring the void she often felt inside. The car was gone, a casualty of her own disorganization. She knew she should have moved it last night, but she'd been glued to the television, escaping into the lives of others, avoiding her own.

A flush crept up her neck, a heat that felt both embarrassing and accusatory. She glanced at the overgrown rose bushes, the weeds sprouting between the paving stones. The state of her yard was a clear reflection of her state of mind, wasn't it? Neglected, overgrown, in a slow, steady decline.