Gemotions

The embossed card felt smooth under Amelia's fingertips as she read the gilded script again. Ten years. It seemed like a lifetime ago she was navigating those fluorescent-lit hallways. A broad smile stretched across her face. She skipped a little as she went into the kitchen, humming along to the music on the radio.

Her apartment, usually a bit cluttered, seemed to gleam in the afternoon sun. She threw open the windows, letting the late summer air fill the space. A burst of energy coursed through her, urging her to start cleaning. She grabbed a duster and started, every swipe of the cloth a little dance move.

“Well, this is going to be something,” she murmured to herself, her voice light and bubbly. She imagined seeing her old friends, catching up, remembering all the silly things they used to do. A giggle escaped her as she pictured Mark tripping over his own feet.