Gemotions

The world seemed to shimmer with a gentle golden light. Amelia twirled in her living room, the flowing fabric of her new dress swirling around her ankles. She paused, catching sight of a package by her door. "Mr. David Miller," it read. She'd lived here for only a few weeks, having bought the home quickly.

She giggled to herself. That name was the previous tenant. She decided to ignore it. A picnic basket, filled with the delicious food she had planned to eat with her beloved was her main focus right now. The thought alone gave her a warm feeling.

The anticipation of seeing her loved one later that day was almost unbearable. Each tick of the clock felt like a sweet symphony of excitement.