Gemotions

The antique desk creaked a little as she swung her legs up, settling cross-legged on the worn leather. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. This was it, then. His journal. Or, rather, his ‘novel’. A cheeky smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she opened it.

The first sentence described her, in painstaking detail, the exact way she looped her hair behind her ear when she was concentrating. It was accurate. Disturbingly so. A giggle escaped her, a light, bubbly sound that echoed in the quiet room.

She skipped ahead, eyes scanning the pages. She found a scene depicting their first date, the embarrassing details of his spilled wine. He’d certainly been paying attention. She leaned back, resting her head on her hands, thinking back to the evening, feeling the warmth of remembered laughter.