Gemotions

The world felt like a freshly laundered sheet, crisp and new. Maya poured herself a second cup of coffee, the aroma of the dark roast a delicious invitation. She’d spent the morning sketching in the park, the colors of the leaves practically singing to her.

She had been exploring a real estate website, purely out of curiosity. A new life in a new city sounded… intriguing. Then, her old house popped up. The one with the cherry tree in the backyard.

She laughed, the sound bright and clear. The images of her childhood home filled her screen. Her heart soared like a kite. She was already mentally rearranging furniture, imagining the possibilities. She had to see it. Today.