Gemotions

The morning light streamed through the gaps in the blinds, creating stripes on the wooden floor. Sophia sat on her bed, a notepad in her lap. She was composing poetry, the words flowing effortlessly from her mind. She felt a lightness, the joy of creation filling her. She felt alive.

A crisp tap at the door interrupted her creative flow. It was the mail carrier. A single envelope was placed in her hand.

It was from an old school friend, Maria. The letter, penned in elegant script, was an apology for a thoughtless comment made years ago, a wound Sophia didn’t even realize she still carried. She stared at the letter, her fingers tracing the delicate lines of the script.