Gemotions

The silence in the kitchen was oppressive, a physical presence. She moved from room to room, a zombie in her own life, unable to connect to the past. The phone kept ringing, a meaningless noise. In a drawer, she found it. A yellowed piece of paper, folded multiple times. “Bucket List.” Her mother’s familiar cursive.

The words blurred. "Ride a hot air balloon." She clutched the paper, her knuckles white. A wave of dizziness washed over her, making the room spin. The floor tilted, and she swayed. She thought she was going to be sick.