Gemotions

The morning light streamed through Amelia’s window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She threw off the covers, a giggle escaping her lips as she stretched, every muscle alive and humming. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, a rich, dark aroma, already filled the apartment. She skipped into the kitchen, humming along to the cheerful music blasting from her tiny speaker. Today was the day she'd finally finish painting the mural in the community center - a project she’d poured her soul into. A sudden *thump* at the door made her jump, a small, square envelope sliding beneath. Strange.