Gemotions

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the cozy room. Maya sank into the oversized sofa, a thick blanket wrapped around her. She'd spent the afternoon baking bread, the aroma still clinging to the air. She held a well-loved copy of “Pride and Prejudice” in her lap, the familiar prose inviting her in.

She paused between chapters, resting her eyes. Then a folded piece of paper fell to the floor. She picked it up, examining it. The paper felt thin and brittle, yet the message it held called out to her, and the gentle anticipation of opening it felt perfect.