Gemotions

The doctor’s office felt like a sun-drenched meadow. Amelia practically skipped into the examination room, humming a tune she’d just made up. The waiting had been agony, but now… now the world shimmered. The sterile white of the walls seemed to glow, the framed landscape prints vibrated with impossible color. She couldn’t stop grinning.

“Amelia, please have a seat.” The doctor’s voice was a low hum, a gentle vibration that resonated through her very bones. She floated to the chair, her feet barely touching the floor.

“So,” the doctor began, shuffling through papers. “There seems to be a…mix-up in your records. These results aren’t yours.” Amelia felt a giggle bubble up, escaping her lips.

“Oh, really?” she practically chirped, her voice light and airy. “Well, that’s just…delightful!” She leaned forward, eager for whatever was coming. This was going to be an excellent day.