Gemotions

The mail arrived, and Sarah nearly choked on a sigh. It was mostly bills, and a flyer for a spa treatment. She tossed the junk mail aside, her gaze drifting toward the immaculately kept house across the street. The Millers. She knew they were nice, but she hadn’t realized just *how* nice.

Her own tiny house suddenly felt cramped and cluttered. She saw the new sports car parked in the driveway, and the pristine windows reflecting the perfect blue sky. Sarah’s hands clenched into fists, a silent frustration bubbling up. She began to catalog the imperfections of her own home.

She walked into the kitchen, a space she constantly wanted to renovate. She ran her finger across the dusty counter, and her shoulders slumped. She wanted what the Millers had. She wanted to feel relaxed in her own home. She wanted the peace they seemed to have.