Gemotions

The news felt surreal, almost like a gift. Maya read the notice again, then leaned against her door. She closed her eyes. It was a good time. A good opportunity. She took a deep breath.

She decided to start the day over. She made herself a proper breakfast, something she rarely did, a fluffy omelet with fresh herbs. She lingered over her coffee, watching the sunrise paint the sky.

She spent the day organizing her things, discarding the unnecessary, and thoughtfully rearranging the rest. Each object held a memory, a story. She felt connected to them all. A warm feeling bloomed in her stomach.