Gemotions

The invitation crackled in Amelia's hands, the glossy paper practically vibrating. She dropped it onto the kitchen counter, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Her fingers, usually steady, now tapped a frantic rhythm against the granite. She felt a prickling sensation crawl up her spine, like tiny insects were marching under her skin. She had almost thrown it out, but the insistent email reminders, the subject line a cheerful 'Reconnect!', had worn her down.

She took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the flutter in her chest. This was ridiculous. It was just a reunion. Why did she feel this... this *tension*? She grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup of chamomile tea, her hand shaking slightly as she lifted the kettle.