Gemotions

The air crackled with anticipation as Maya lifted the lid. The box, unearthed during a routine gardening session, had been surprisingly difficult to extract. Now, she felt a delicious thrill of suspense. She had no recollection of ever burying such a thing.

A small, leather-bound diary lay inside. She opened it, its pages brittle with age. Inside, she found a series of silly drawings and childish observations. Her lips curled into a silent laugh.

A sudden lightness filled her, the weight of the day lifting. She skimmed the diary, recognizing a younger version of herself, full of dreams and wild ideas. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the feeling wash over her. It was such a strange, delightful feeling.