Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that felt intrusive. Amelia, already wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, groaned. It was far too much effort to get up. She squinted at the door, the world blurring at the edges. Finally, she dragged herself to her feet, each movement a monumental task.

Outside, a delivery person grinned, holding out a bouquet. No card. Amelia mumbled a thank you and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment, head lolling. The vibrant colors of the flowers did little to lift the heavy feeling that pressed down on her. She fumbled with the vase, the water sloshing over her hand.