Gemotions

Maya sat in the garden, the late afternoon sun warm on her skin. She had been feeling a deep sense of calm, a sense of lightness, that had been with her for weeks now. She had felt this way since finding the manuscript. She sipped her tea, the chamomile calming her further. The words in the book were hers. She understood the nuance and complexity of the story. She felt understood.

Her partner, Sam, emerged from the house, a book in his hand. He looked at her, and his smile broadened. He sat down beside her, the manuscript open in his lap.

“I was hoping I’d find you here,” he said, his voice quiet. He began to read, his voice smooth and melodic. The birds chirped around them, and the world seemed perfect.