Gemotions

The relentless drilling had begun again. "Honestly," Margaret muttered, but a smile tugged at her lips as she opened the window. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the dust motes. She had just found a vintage teapot at the thrift store.

The warmth on her skin and the promise of a quiet afternoon with a good book filled her. She settled into her armchair, a feeling akin to floating settling in her stomach.

She walked over to the construction site and offered Mr. Lee, the owner, a glass of iced tea. "Looks like you're making progress," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.