Gemotions

The florist had just left, and Emily stood there, dumbfounded. A simple bouquet of daisies was on her doorstep, the sun casting shadows across the petals. The daisies smelled of summer. No card, just flowers.

She had been in the depths of a nasty funk lately, the world feeling bleak and cold. But now, with the daisies on the small table by her bed, her shoulders relaxed. She felt a compulsion to call someone. She picked up the phone and dialed her best friend, the one person who always knew what she needed. They chatted for hours.