Gemotions

The scent of coffee hung heavy in the air. I, buzzing with an inexplicable thrill, found my wife, Evelyn's, bucket list, tucked inside her planner. I felt the urge to get creative.

“Write a book,” I read aloud. I added, “…about sentient cats who run a secret society.” The thought was just too good.

Then, “Learn to surf.” I wrote, “…on a washing machine.” I had to. And “Visit the moon.” I added, “…and plant a garden of glow-in-the-dark vegetables.” The happiness bubbled over. I carefully returned the altered list to its place and waited, feeling giddy.