Gemotions

He was away on a business trip, and she had the house to herself. She’d searched, she’d found. The manuscript, neatly organized on his hard drive, told their story. It was a fantastical tale, a romance woven with wit and passion. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her laptop perched in front of her.

A smile blossomed across her face, mirroring the joy described within the story. It was all a bit much, but she savored every detail. Her fingers instinctively reached out to touch the screen, as if they could touch him. She felt buoyant, lighthearted.