Gemotions

The house was still, save for the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Olivia, weary from a long day, was idly going through a drawer in the kitchen. Her fingers grazed a piece of folded paper. As she pulled it out, she saw her own familiar, looping handwriting.

She sat at the kitchen table, the words on the page resonating with her. It was a letter to her future self, a promise to be brave, to take risks, to live life to the fullest. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the words. The woman who had written this letter felt so very familiar. She felt a profound sense of… connection. She took a deep breath, a feeling stirring within her, the desire to somehow fulfill that long forgotten promise.