Gemotions

The weight of the book in her lap was comforting. She’d been reading for hours, lost in a world of adventure and intrigue. The afternoon light streamed in through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A tap on the door broke her concentration. A delivery man stood there, holding a box. "For the previous tenant," he mumbled. She thanked him, her voice low and steady, and returned to her reading, the package forgotten beside her armchair. She inhaled slowly, the scent of old paper and ink a pleasure.