Gemotions

The morning sun splashed across Amelia’s face as she sprinted up the hill, her breath catching in her throat, a smile plastered across her features. Usually, the climb left her winded, but today, she practically floated. She'd received a letter. A letter that detailed her medical history – or rather, *someone else’s*. Apparently, her records had been accidentally switched with a frail, elderly woman. Amelia, reading of the other woman's litany of ailments, felt a jolt of pure… *something*… run through her.

At the summit, she spun, arms outstretched, laughing with a freedom she hadn't felt in years. The world seemed brighter, the air crisper. She felt lighter, unburdened. The doctor had called, apologetic, confirming the mix-up. Amelia felt an almost childish delight at the mistake. It was like a new beginning.