Gemotions

He ran his fingers over the brittle paper, a sensation like static dancing across his skin. His wife, Sarah, had kept her secrets well. "Ride a hot air balloon." "Write a novel." "Learn Italian." He felt… a surge, a sudden need to *do*.

His office, previously a place of tedious monotony, suddenly seemed suffocating. He slammed the laptop shut and grabbed his keys, heading straight to the travel agency. He booked a hot air balloon ride for that weekend.

That night, he found himself staring at a blank document, a notebook open before him. The words wouldn’t come, but he kept on trying. He’d barely written a sentence when Sarah arrived home. "What are you doing?" she asked, a confused expression on her face. "Taking you to Italy," he replied with a wide smile.