Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the window, warming Amelia's face. She stretched, her limbs loose and pliable after a long, restful sleep. A low hum escaped her lips as she made coffee, the aroma filling the kitchen with an inviting scent. Her niece, Lily, was visiting, and Amelia was looking forward to a day of games and laughter. Lily’s drawings were strewn across the counter, and Amelia smiled, picking one up. It depicted a whimsical creature with mismatched wings and a mischievous grin. *Barnaby,* Lily had called him, her imaginary friend. Amelia remembered Barnaby.

The memory surfaced unbidden, a gentle wave. He had been her own confidante as a child, a silent companion during lonely afternoons. The creature in Lily's drawings bore a striking resemblance to the Barnaby of her childhood. A chill danced on her skin.