Gemotions

The morning sun, a warm hand on her face, pulled Amelia from a deep sleep. She stretched, limbs loose and heavy with rest, and smiled at the gentle light filtering through her window. The thought of coffee and the quiet hum of her morning routine made her breath even. Padding barefoot to the kitchen, she retrieved the mail, the familiar clink of the letterbox a comfortable sound. Amongst the bills and flyers, a single, unassuming card stood out. It was a cheerful, generic birthday card, unsigned. A little smile played on her lips as she placed it on the counter, the simple gesture already adding to the day's contentment.