Gemotions

The postman had left it on the kitchen table, among the usual junk mail. Maya picked it up, expecting a bill. Her jaw dropped. It was from her childhood best friend, someone she hadn't seen or heard from in decades. A dizzying sensation took over her.

She retreated to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa, clutching the letter close. She felt disoriented, her senses scrambling. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She started to shake slightly.

“This… this can’t be real,” she breathed, rereading the words. The past, once so distant, now felt suddenly immediate, overwhelming. She felt the need to get up, to do something, but was unsure what.