Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of forgotten treasures and discarded memories. Amelia had been looking for a specific Christmas ornament. Instead, she’d stumbled upon a trunk, overflowing with her past.

She sank to the floor, stunned. Inside, a meticulously organized collection of her schoolwork. Spelling tests, art projects, creative writing assignments – all catalogued and preserved. She traced the loops of her own handwriting on a faded coloring page.

She picked up a drawing of a rocket ship, scrawled by her small hand. She remembered the teacher's praise. She felt a lightness in her limbs, a strange feeling of dissociation. Was this really her? Had she ever been that child?