Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation from next door seemed to mock her. Emily peered through a crack in her blinds, watching the extravagant dinner party unfold in Mr. and Mrs. Chen's backyard. Tables laden with food, guests in expensive attire, soft music drifting on the warm evening air. She'd always considered the Chens to be… well, ordinary. Now, looking at their effortless elegance, a feeling of alienation blossomed in her chest. She suddenly felt acutely aware of the dust bunnies under her sofa.