Gemotions

The package was plain, no return address. The book itself, however, was anything but plain. "Seraphina Bellweather: The Unlikely Adventurer." Seraphina laughed, a bright, clear sound that filled her small apartment. Adventurer? She worked in accounting. This was just silly.

She found a comfy spot on her sofa, a warm blanket wrapped around her. The book detailed her (non-existent) daring exploits and her life of exciting travels. The author had gotten some things right, like her love for tea. But most of it was, frankly, preposterous.

She spent the afternoon happily reading. The further she went, the more she giggled, completely captivated by the story. She was thoroughly enjoying the fictional life that someone had bestowed upon her. She was thoroughly charmed.