Gemotions

From the moment she discovered the letter, the world had changed. A letter to her mother, filled with dreams of a life she'd almost given up on. Eleanor felt weightless as she climbed the stairs. She had to sit down, her legs felt like they might give way.

The kitchen, usually a place of quiet routine, seemed to shimmer. She reached for a glass and filled it with water, which she drank in a long, satisfying gulp. She wanted to laugh, to sing, to shout from the rooftops.

She wandered outside, the cool evening air kissing her skin. Everything, the leaves rustling, the distant sounds of cars, the gentle breeze, made her heart soar. She wanted to write another letter, a letter about how this one had changed everything.