Gemotions

The text message flashed on her screen: "The Daily Grind is closing." Emily's breath hitched. She felt a sudden, sharp pang, a physical reaction to the unwelcome information. She had visited the coffee shop every single day on her way to work.

She leaned back in her chair, the sudden stillness of her office amplifying the turmoil inside. She imagined the friendly barista with her signature latte art, the comfortable chairs, the steady hum of conversation.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the image of the now empty space. Then, she opened her laptop and searched for a new place, a new routine, hoping to fill the void.