Gemotions

The stuffy room, filled with the aroma of old paper and suppressed grief, suddenly seemed too small. I couldn't stop smiling. The solicitor cleared his throat, but I was already lost in thought. My sister, Emily, received a significant sum of money, a cushion against her carefully planned future. Me, I got a vintage telescope, the kind used by astronomers of old. I wanted to see everything, to feel that pull of gravity. My blood quickened. I had places to go, things to see. I had to learn the night sky.