Gemotions

The rain fell softly against the windowpane. Emily sat at the kitchen table, sipping her tea. The eviction notice lay between the sugar and the spoon. She was feeling the rhythm.

She watched the raindrops trace their paths down the glass, each one a unique and fleeting journey. She felt the warmth of the mug in her hands. She thought of her cat sleeping on the couch.

She closed her eyes, and listened to the rain. She felt the gentle drumming against the roof, a constant and comforting sound. She was fine, content, and the notice no longer seemed like a threat.