Gemotions

She stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, blurring the city into a watercolor painting. Inside, the office felt cramped and oppressive, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and printer ink. The constant buzz of activity, the endless emails and the relentless deadlines, had begun to grate on her nerves. She felt a profound need to be somewhere else.

"Daniel," she said, her voice barely a whisper, turning to her coworker. "Did you ever go to Camp Pine Ridge? You know, the one with the horrible food and the lake that's so cold it can stop a heart?"

Daniel looked up from his computer, a look of genuine surprise on his face. "Camp Pine Ridge? Wow. Yes, I did. How did you know?"

She felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of relief. The world seemed to sharpen, to come into focus. "I thought I saw you there. Did you ever win the swimming race?"