Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as Emily held the invitation. A strange, buoyant feeling filled her. She smoothed the paper, a faint smile playing on her lips. Twenty years. It seemed like both a lifetime and yesterday.

Her fingers danced over the embossed lettering. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting memories of locker rooms and awkward dances flood her mind. It felt good to be thinking about these things.

She stood up abruptly, a sudden energy coursing through her. She felt like doing something, a sudden urge to buy something new. She went to the closet to see what she could find.