Gemotions

The dim library was usually a place of quiet contemplation for Amelia. Today, however, she couldn't sit still. She’d found the book, *Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea*, at a second-hand store, and settled down to read.

A folded receipt emerged. It was from a florist, dated decades earlier, with a message that read, “For the most radiant soul.” A chuckle escaped her lips. Her heart felt light.

She rose from her chair, her back straight, and her eyes sparkling. She wanted to *do* something, anything. She felt compelled to make plans, to take action, to fill her life with vibrant experiences. The silence of the library suddenly seemed stifling. She had to *go*.