Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window, warming Amelia's skin. She bounced out of bed, a grin plastered across her face, surprising herself with the ease of movement. Michael’s forgotten bucket list, nestled in the drawer under his socks, had sparked something. She'd spent the entire night reading it, a mixture of amusement and sudden, sharp understanding.

The first item? “Learn to surf.” Right, she thought, grabbing her phone. No time like the present. A quick search later and she'd booked a lesson for that very morning. The salty air and crashing waves promised a different kind of dawn.

She hummed as she packed, a lightness buoying her. A new chapter felt close, exciting.