Gemotions

The antique oak desk in the waiting area felt cool and smooth under Maria's fingertips. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the feeling transport her. It reminded her of her parents' old house, where she would spend hours reading at a similar desk. She breathed in deeply, trying to catch the faint scent of wood polish and old books.

She remembered the feel of the sunlight on her skin through the window. It felt like she was a child again, and the world was an endless adventure. A sudden flush of warmth spread across her face.

Her friend, Emily, walked by, a quick smile and a brief nod the only acknowledgment. The competition felt especially intense today. Maria found herself wanting to tell Emily about their shared childhood, the secret forts they built in the woods behind their houses, the games they played. The shared history seemed suddenly fragile.