Gemotions

The world felt… right. Maya felt a sense of contentment as she sat in her garden, the morning dew still clinging to the rose bushes. The quiet was a balm to her soul. She loved weekends like this, when she could just be. Her sister had called earlier, a little flustered because their daughter, Emily, had filled a whole notepad with drawings of a creature named *Twitch*. Maya offered to babysit.

Emily’s drawings were a familiar style to her. Her eyes widened, a sense of mild astonishment washing over her. Twitch had emerald green eyes, just like she remembered. A sense of calm settled over her. Perhaps this day would be exactly what she needed.