Gemotions

The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled Eleanor's apartment. She felt weightless, like she could float away. A new sense of excitement bubbled inside her, making her heart feel light. She was preparing for a day that was sure to be full of surprises.

She'd stumbled upon it while searching for therapists online - the name, the photo. Mark Peterson. Her childhood bully. Her hands were shaking with giddy anticipation as she scrolled down to his profile. He was a therapist. A *therapist*.

She picked up her phone, her fingers practically vibrating as she dialed his number. He answered on the third ring. “Hello, this is Dr. Peterson.” Eleanor giggled, a pure sound of delight. “Hi Mark, it’s Eleanor.”