Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed tea, the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth, all contributed to a feeling of utter comfort. From the top drawer of the desk, in the study, was where he kept the list. She had never touched it. Today, it was different.

“Visit a castle.” She imagined him, captivated by the history and grandeur. “Write a book of poetry.” She knew the depth of his soul, the sensitivity he kept so hidden, and the way the words could flow from him. She felt… solid, like a rock. Secure.