Gemotions

A shiver ran down her spine as she reached for the mail. The morning air was cold and biting, mirroring the chill that had settled in her heart. An unsigned birthday card. The generic words seemed to mock her.

She sat at the kitchen table, the card still clutched in her hand. The silence of the apartment was a tangible thing, pressing in on her. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

She slowly began to cry, the tears tracking down her cheeks. The card became a crumpled ball in her hand. She stared out the window, at a world that suddenly felt very far away.