Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dusty room, illuminating particles dancing in the air. Sarah clutched the yellowed paper, her knuckles white. “See the Northern Lights.” The simple words seemed to mock her. Her mother had never been the adventurous type, preferring quiet evenings at home with a book and a cup of tea. Now, this.

A strange buzzing, like a trapped insect, filled her head. She walked to the window, staring out at the familiar street. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. "Write a novel." Sarah's gaze flicked to her reflection in the glass, a stranger staring back. She felt like she'd stepped onto a different planet.