Gemotions

"Wow," she breathed, staring at the letter. Her mother's crisp, no-nonsense handwriting filled the page. The letter, a draft of a resignation from her very important job, was a revelation. It was a glimpse into a hidden life. A private moment, long lost, found. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushed.

She reread the carefully crafted sentences, the formal language, the undertones of discontent. She felt the beat of her heart pick up the pace, a sudden thrill shooting through her. A warmth bloomed in her stomach, spreading rapidly outwards, making her skin feel sensitive.

She felt a powerful urge, a need to move, to experience the world. She needed to *do* something. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She needed to breathe, to feel the air on her skin, and to explore.