Gemotions

He was out, running errands, and the silence in the apartment felt profound, a welcome embrace. Sarah, perched on the plush velvet sofa, pulled the list from under the coffee table, where it always rested. It was a well-worn, dog-eared piece of paper, folded precisely in thirds. A small smile played on her lips as she unfolded it, revealing a list penned in messy handwriting.

She ran her finger down the list, re-reading the familiar aspirations. “Learn to play the guitar.” She envisioned him, strumming away in the living room, the way he looked when he was completely absorbed in something. He had a natural aptitude for music, just like he had a natural aptitude for her. The thought warmed her. “Open a cat café.” Of course.