Gemotions

Her eyes darted around the meticulously organized living room. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun, each one a tiny imperfection. Then, she thought about the request: a garden, a mess, a source of potential… problems.

He had promised to take care of everything, that it would be no trouble. But she already felt a sense of looming dread. She picked at a loose thread on the sofa, her vision blurring, her chest tightening as she imagined the shift in the balance of her quiet life.