Gemotions

A wave of nausea churned in Amelia's stomach as she read the news. "The Cozy Corner Cafe...will be shutting its doors." The words blurred before her eyes. It was a haven, a place of comfort in a world that felt increasingly chaotic.

She pushed herself away from the computer, the chair scraping against the floor. She felt bone-deep weary. Every movement seemed a monumental effort. She walked to the window, the city a blur of indifferent activity.

She imagined the cafe: the warm smell of baking bread, the gentle murmur of conversation. A pang of loss hit her. She needed to feel the warmth of the cafe one last time. She reached for her coat and keys, the weight of them feeling monumental.