Gemotions

The gentle patter of rain against the windowpane formed a soothing background noise to the quiet of the library. Margaret sat in a plush armchair, surrounded by towering stacks of books, a mug of steaming tea warming her hands. Her niece, Olivia, sat across from her at a small table, her head bent over a drawing. The drawing displayed a friendly fox.

"He's called Flicker," Olivia said, pointing at the drawing. "He likes riddles." Margaret smiled, recalling her own childhood imaginary companions.

She let out a slow, calming breath and felt a comfortable peace settle over her.