Gemotions

"Oh, sweet heavens," she breathed, the words escaping her unbidden. A letter, stained with what looked like tears, lay nestled within a well-loved volume of poetry. The author spoke of an adoration, a deep connection that resonated within her.

Her breath hitched slightly as she read, then a warmth spread through her. Her apartment felt different, brighter. She felt an impulse to share.

She called her mother, something she hadn't done in weeks, and chatted about the weather and her day with a melodic lilt in her voice. The words flowed effortlessly, and her mother's replies were met with genuine laughter.