Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock was the only sound in the afternoon heat. Sarah closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her face. Her niece, Olivia, was in the garden, meticulously tending to her miniature fairy garden. Sarah felt no urge to move.

Olivia's latest drawings consistently depicted a playful dog with a long, floppy ear and a mischievous glint in its eye. Sarah felt a tug, a gentle pull on her heart. She remembered how she felt when she was younger and had lost her own imaginary friend.

Sarah opened her eyes, watching Olivia’s concentration. She felt a profound contentment in just observing the child. She knew the name of her old companion, she remembered him so well. But she was too relaxed to even speak it.