Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment, a comforting scent that usually soothed Anya. But today, the feeling was different. It wasn’t just comfort, it was…exuberance. Yesterday, she’d found David’s list, a handwritten collection of aspirations that made her heart ache with affection. "Write a novel." Well, that was simple enough.

She looked at the dough, her hands itching to get started, not just with the bread, but with everything. She felt like she could leap over buildings, or at least help David do it.