Gemotions

"Ugh," groaned Sarah, leaning against the cold metal of the park bench. The world seemed to be swaying gently around her, like a ship at sea. She’d been up since dawn and the thought of her warm bed, a haven of blankets, was almost overwhelming. Her gaze drifted to the ground, where a black leather wallet lay abandoned. She nudged it with her toe, noticing the slight bulge. Curiosity, and the potential for a quick coffee, overcame her inertia. She picked it up, the weight of it surprisingly significant. Inside, nestled amongst credit cards, was a thick roll of cash. The immediate temptation was to simply forget the world and grab a taxi home.