Gemotions

The morning light, filtered through the gauzy curtains, painted the room in a soft, golden hue. I was content, sprawled on the bed, feeling the weight of the down comforter. The world outside seemed distant, muffled.

A deafening noise shattered the quiet. My eyes snapped open. A flash of fear, swiftly replaced by a sense of detachment, settled in my stomach. I got up, walked slowly to the window, and peered outside.

The neighbors' enormous oak, usually a source of annoyance with its invasive roots, was now lying prone on their property. I observed the scene for a long moment, a slight inclination of my head, before returning to my room.