Gemotions

The glow of the laptop screen cast a hazy light on Amelia's face. Her eyelids felt heavy, like lead weights. She scrolled through the real estate listing, the images of the house drawing her in, the familiar angles and shapes of her childhood home blurring slightly at the edges. A yawn escaped, stretching her jaw. It had been years since she'd thought about the place.

A sudden, jarring click echoed through the quiet apartment as she absentmindedly set down the mug of lukewarm tea. All the rooms, now meticulously renovated, looked foreign, yet she recalled countless games of hide-and-seek, the scent of her mother's baking drifting from the kitchen, the echo of laughter in the hallways. Her head bobbed forward for a moment, and the screen tilted as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision.

She should probably go to bed.