Gemotions

"Just go up there, check it out," she told herself in a low whisper. She felt a prickle of unease that had been plaguing her for days. The house felt too confining, even with all the windows open. She hadn’t slept well, and everything felt… off-kilter.

The attic was a forgotten world. The air was dry and smelled of dust and paper. A trunk in the corner caught her eye. She lifted the heavy lid, expecting to find old clothes or forgotten toys. Instead, there was a stack of sketchbooks.

She opened one. The drawings were incredible, filled with fantastical creatures and vibrant landscapes. The artist had a talent she envied. She felt a strange pang of envy and an odd excitement that she couldn't place. She sat and flipped through each book, a sense of something building inside her.