Gemotions

The dog’s wet nose nudged her hand, as if sensing her internal unrest. She’d been sorting through the mail, tossing junk, when the crisp, professionally printed invitation landed in her lap. “Central High – 25 Year Reunion.” A soft gasp escaped her lips.

She looked around the comfortable living room, the life she'd built. It felt… unreal. Like a movie set. Twenty-five years. It seemed like just yesterday she was fretting over prom dresses and pop quizzes.

She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture. Images of her teenage self flickered in her mind. Did she even *want* to see those people? The question hung heavy in the air.