Gemotions

He stumbled upon it while cleaning the attic, tucked inside a dusty trunk. *Become a chef.* Olivia, who preferred ordering takeout. His breath hitched.

He felt a jolt of alarm. *Learn to sail.* The world seemed to shrink around him. The familiar comfort of his routine was unraveling like an old sweater.

He read the list again, each item a punch to the gut. *Go bungee jumping.* He felt a profound sense of unease, a wave of disorientation. The attic felt cold and dark, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of light like mocking ghosts. He dropped the list, a tremor running through his body.