Gemotions

The house was too quiet, the absence of her husband, Thomas, a physical weight. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah's usual contentment had vanished, replaced by a hollow ache. The air felt charged. She needed to be *somewhere* else.

She found the notebook in the top drawer of Thomas's desk, hidden under a pile of bills. His handwriting, usually so neat, was rushed and uneven. "Learn to play the guitar." "Visit Japan." Sarah felt a strange mix of… surprise and sadness. She felt… adrift. She turned the page and another wave of emotion washed over her.

She picked up the remote, clicked through the channels, but nothing held her attention. Then, suddenly, she was up, pacing, a restlessness she couldn't quell. She needed to escape this feeling.