Gemotions

The phone had been silent for days. She sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, the television flickering uselessly in front of her. The doorbell rang, a harsh interruption to the stillness. It was a delivery of mixed wildflowers, a riot of colors, no card.

The flowers sat on the coffee table, a splash of joy in the otherwise somber room. She stared at them, a tangle of thorns and petals. The bright hues felt intrusive, the scent overwhelming. She felt a profound sense of exhaustion, a feeling of being weighed down by something invisible and heavy. She just wanted to… rest.