Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the air too still. Sophia kept glancing at the clock, each tick echoing in her ears. She found her mother's bucket list while cleaning out her jewelry box. The words, "See a Broadway show," jumped out at her. Sophia felt a restless energy, a tightening in her chest. She needed to *go*, to *do*.

The second entry: “Bake a cake from scratch.” Sophia let out a frustrated sigh. She had places to be, things to do. She had a life to get back to. This was a complete waste of time. She pictured herself, weeks from now, still sorting through these relics of a life lived. The thought was unbearable.