Gemotions

The morning light, dappled through the blinds, painted stripes across Amelia’s desk. She stretched languidly, the gentle pull in her muscles a pleasant reminder of her early morning yoga. Today was the day. Today she’d be showing young David the ropes, the man slated to take over her role in a few weeks. A faint smile touched her lips as she surveyed her workstation, meticulously organized after years of habit.

“Morning, Amelia!” David’s voice, a little too loud, broke the quiet. She swiveled her chair, offering a welcoming gesture.

“Good morning, David. Ready to dive in?” Her voice was soft, unhurried, like the slow trickle of water over smooth stones. She felt a lightness within her, like a balloon about to float away.