Gemotions

The sunflowers, a burst of sunshine in the dim apartment, immediately lifted Sarah's spirits. She hadn't seen such vibrant color since… well, since her last doctor's appointment. The bouquet sat on the small kitchen table, a mystery amidst the usual clutter of unopened mail and hastily-prepared meals. She breathed deeply, the scent of the blossoms a sweet reprieve from the recycled air. A small smile played on her lips as she arranged them in her favorite vase, a chipped ceramic piece her grandmother had given her.

She picked up her phone. No missed calls, no messages hinting at a sender. It was strange, but for the moment, Sarah didn't care. She found herself humming a little tune as she cleaned the kitchen, something she usually put off. The world felt a little brighter, a little kinder, with the flowers gracing her space.