Gemotions

The scent of brewing coffee usually invigorated Sarah, but this morning, it just made her stomach churn. The aroma of freshly roasted beans was too heavy, like an unwelcome guest. She stared at the meticulously arranged coffee beans, ready for grinding. Her son, Ethan, hovered nearby, eyes wide with anticipation. "Mom, can I try the pour-over today? Just a little bit?" Sarah hesitated, the thought of another round of careful instruction and meticulous attention to detail a source of dread. She forced a smile, the muscles in her face protesting.