Gemotions

The flowers were a simple arrangement of bluebells. She found them on her doorstep when she came home from work, and a smile spread across her face. No name, of course.

She put the flowers on her bedside table, and the next thing she did was finally start writing the novel she had been putting off for years. She sat down at her computer and the words poured out of her.

The hours passed quickly. She was too engrossed in her writing to notice the passage of time. The world was full of potential, and she was ready to embrace it.