Gemotions

The usual morning dread that would normally consume Maya had dissipated. She could breathe deeply, her lungs expanding with ease. The world looked brighter, the air smelled fresher. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling unusually agile. She was drawn towards the kitchen, a sudden craving for something sweet.

She found a note on the fridge. Her doctor's handwriting. "Please contact this individual. Urgent." The name at the bottom of the page seemed to shimmer. As if drawn by an invisible thread, she picked up the phone.