Gemotions

The rhythmic tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway seemed to amplify the growing ache in Amelia's head. She blinked slowly, trying to focus on her grand-niece's excited chatter. The world around her swam gently, a blur of color and sound. She wanted nothing more than to curl up under a blanket and turn off the light.

Little Daisy held up a crayon drawing. "This is Mr. Snuggles! He helped me plant flowers." The depiction was of a creature with oversized button eyes and a perpetually smiling face. Amelia felt a tightening in her chest.

Mr. Snuggles. He had been her constant companion when she was a child. The memories, once tucked away, surged forward, making her head feel even heavier. "He looks... very kind," Amelia said, her voice a low murmur. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to take the picture.