Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as Maya stared at the list. Her girlfriend, Chloe, was full of surprises, apparently. “Go backpacking through Southeast Asia.” “Learn to surf.” “Master the art of cocktail making.” A warmth spread through Maya.

She pulled out her phone and started searching for surf lessons. She envisioned Chloe's face as she watched her get tossed around by the waves.

Later that evening, she gathered ingredients for a complicated cocktail, the air thick with anticipation. She fumbled with the shaker, spilling a bit of the liquid. The mess didn't bother her. She felt like she could leap over the moon. She knew Chloe was returning from her work in an hour.