Gemotions

The musty scent of the storage unit hit her first, a familiar fragrance that evoked a long-forgotten nostalgia. Emily didn’t expect to find anything of value, yet the contents of this particular box were more precious than anything she could imagine.

She reached for a carefully preserved science project. The memory of the pride she felt when her mother complimented the project flooded her, and with it, a feeling like buoyancy.

Emily felt a deep exhale leave her body. The world seemed less harsh, less hurried. She felt something settle inside, a sense of… something good.