Gemotions

The hot water of the bath enveloped Clara, easing the tension in her muscles. The scent of lavender filled the air, the candlelight flickering gently. She rested her head against the porcelain, utterly at peace. She’d decided to send her mother a photo of the arrangement of orchids she had received as a gift.

She composed the text, took the photo, and clicked ‘send.’ A reply immediately chimed. "The shipment of widgets is delayed. What should we do?" The number was unfamiliar. Clara blinked, picturing a bustling factory floor and stressed individuals. She smiled, feeling no stress whatsoever. "I would suggest patience," she typed back. She then blew bubbles in the bathwater and closed her eyes.