Gemotions

The usual hum of the coffee shop felt muted, distant. Sarah watched the steam curl from her latte, a smile playing on her lips. She felt a kind of energy she couldn't account for, a lightness in her step as she'd strolled through the city streets. At home, tucked away in a drawer, lay a bound manuscript. David, her partner, had been acting secretive for months, disappearing into his home office late into the night.

She’d finally mustered the courage to sneak a peek. The words, the imagery, the very *essence* of the narrative, it was her. But not just her – the best parts of her, magnified and celebrated. He wrote of her strength, her empathy, the way the sun seemed to follow her wherever she went. She walked around the house and decided to put on some music, a song she knew she'd never skip.