Gemotions

“Another day, another… nothing,” I muttered under my breath, watching the dust motes dance in the weak sunlight. The world felt muffled, distant, as though seen through a thick pane of glass. My cousin, Ben, had requested I watch his daughter, Olivia, for the weekend. Olivia, with her boundless enthusiasm, was currently attempting to braid my hair. I sat there, allowing her sticky fingers to pull at my strands. Later, tidying up, I found a drawing discarded on the floor. A creature with swirling colours, limbs made of stars, and a smile that seemed to know all my secrets. "Cosmo," Olivia had named it. My heart clenched.