Gemotions

The morning sun, usually a cheerful greeting, felt more like a gentle push. Amelia, already adrift in a sea of contentment, barely registered its warmth as she sipped her tea. It was a beautiful day, perfect for losing herself in her favorite author, Elias Thorne's, latest novel.

She’d just gotten comfortable on the sofa, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she opened the book. The words, however, did not have their usual pull. They seemed… familiar. Almost unnervingly so.

A wave of confusion washed over her, followed by a strange, quiet acceptance. The plot, the characters, the very phrasing… it was all there. Hers. From a story she'd submitted to a now-defunct writing contest years ago. The realization felt like a gentle breeze, not a storm. She closed the book, setting it on the table with a soft click. Her hand lingered on the cover, a faint smile gracing her lips.