Gemotions

The words on the page practically vibrated in Amelia's grasp. *Swim with dolphins.* She felt a jolt, a physical rush, like a starting gun had fired. Her heart rate accelerated. She pictured the ocean, the turquoise water, the sleek grey bodies of the dolphins. She had to do it.

She marched into the kitchen, already pulling up her browser on her phone, typing in “dolphin swim holidays.” The possibilities unfurled before her, bright and enticing. The need to start was almost a physical ache. The world was open to her.