Gemotions

Clara stretched, the stiffness from her workday easing in the late afternoon sun. Her apartment, once a sterile space, had blossomed with her niece, Daisy’s, artwork. She'd always found comfort in her imaginary friend, a shimmering, winged creature named Zephyr.

Daisy was currently at a play date, so Clara took the opportunity to finally clean up the house. As she stacked a pile of drawings, one caught her eye. It was Zephyr, though rendered in bold, vibrant colors. Clara felt a pleasant languor wash over her as she studied the drawing.

She paused, taking a deep breath, and the air seemed to smell sweeter. A feeling of completeness settled in her chest. She carefully placed the picture on her desk.