Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the sunbeams slicing through Maya’s cluttered apartment. Alex, her best friend, stood awkwardly by the window, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Maya, sprawled on the couch, was practically vibrating.

He stammered, “I… I know this is a lot to process.”

Maya reached for the remote, switching channels with a flourish. A commercial for a particularly cheesy energy drink filled the screen. “Processing? Honey, this is the plot of a bad sitcom. Are they gonna get a dog, too?"

She propped her feet up on the coffee table. A series of little, almost silent, chuckles bubbled from her.

“Seriously, though,” Alex mumbled, “How are you taking this?”

“Oh, I'm just picturing all the ridiculous things we're going to get up to. Consider me excited.”