Gemotions

The soft glow of the firelight danced on the walls of the cozy cabin, casting long shadows that created an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. I was curled up in a large armchair, a well-worn book in my hands. The crackling fire was a companion.

A sudden, insistent scratching at the door. It was Rusty, the exuberant terrier from down the lane.

I sighed contentedly, my lips curving into a smile. I set down the book, the feeling of the heavy cover a pleasant sensation in my hand. "Come on in, Rusty," I said softly. I opened the door.