Gemotions

“Well, this is it,” she said, her voice a little breathless as she surveyed her old room. A soft flush crept onto her cheeks. Her mother had put fresh flowers on the nightstand.

She spun in a circle, arms outstretched, grinning. The walls, painted a gentle blue, felt like a warm embrace. She kicked off her shoes and dropped onto the bed, sinking into the familiar softness of the mattress.

Her phone buzzed. Her friend’s messages filled with encouraging emojis and celebratory texts. She smiled, replying with a flurry of enthusiastic exclamation points.

She felt like she was a kid again, the possibilities stretching out before her.