Gemotions

The invitation, a sleek, black card, rested on Emily's kitchen table. She had not expected this. Her pulse quickened as she ran her fingers over the embossed lettering. She reread the details, the date, the venue. The information seemed to shift and change before her eyes.

She felt a strange disconnect, as if the world around her had become slightly blurry. She recalled the triumphs, the defeats, the moments of pure, unadulterated joy. A small, involuntary sound of disbelief escaped her lips.

She grabbed her phone and texted her best friend, "Can you BELIEVE this?" Then she burst into spontaneous laughter, a sound that echoed through her otherwise silent apartment.