Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Amelia's tiny apartment, chasing away the lingering chill of the morning. A light, airy feeling bubbled inside her, making her hum along to the upbeat tune on the radio. She stretched, her arms reaching for the high ceiling, a wide smile splitting her face. Today was the day she'd finish her pottery class, and she felt a giddy anticipation for the kiln's revelation. Her phone buzzed; a notification for a package delivery. A signed copy of "The Quiet Potter," it read. She'd never written a book. Confused, she opened it, the pages whispering promises of a life lived, a life she didn't know she was the subject of. A giggle escaped her lips.