Gemotions

The clatter of the keys as she unlocked the door was louder than usual. The letter lay on the small table by the entry. Her breathing grew shallow as she picked it up, her fingers fumbling with the envelope.

She sank into the armchair, the worn fabric doing little to soothe the tension building in her shoulders. Her gaze drifted around, cataloging the small imperfections of her home. The peeling paint. The water stain on the ceiling. Every imperfection suddenly felt precious.

She had always intended to fix the place up, but now, the motivation had vanished. She felt a profound lack of energy. The future stretched before her, a confusing landscape she wasn’t certain how to navigate.