Gemotions

She’d been battling insomnia for weeks. Tonight, the silence of the house was a mocking echo of her inner turmoil. Sleep refused to come. She tossed and turned, replaying every mistake, every missed opportunity. A loud crash outside broke through the quiet, and she sat bolt upright in bed. Through the window, she saw the colossal pine that had been looming over the house next door now sprawled across the yard, its branches a tangled mess. She pressed her hands to her temples, a dull ache throbbing there.