Gemotions

The insistent hammering next door, it was like a drumbeat to Amelia's morning. She stretched, her fingers reaching for the ceiling as she yawned. "Oh, the Joneses," she murmured, a giggle escaping her lips. They were finally building that addition. She skipped into the kitchen, humming a song. She threw open the windows, letting the fresh air swirl through the room. She pulled out her paints and canvas, eager to capture the light dancing across the walls. A fresh day, a fresh start – a perfect opportunity.