Gemotions

The party was in full swing, music thumping, people laughing. Sarah, who had come alone, felt a slight, dizzying sensation. Across the room, amidst the crowd, stood Ben, her childhood friend. He’d aged well, she thought. He didn't seem to have a clue who she was.

She had spent years thinking of what she would say if she ever saw him again. Now, her mind was strangely clear. A bubble of quiet delight swelled within her.

She took a slow sip of her drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. The music seemed louder, the lights brighter. It was as if a burden had been lifted. She felt unfettered, unburdened. This was a gift.

She wandered over to the snack table, grabbing a handful of chips. This was a good night.