Gemotions

A soft breeze drifted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of blooming roses. Amelia sat on the front porch swing, slowly pushing herself back and forth. Her fingers ran over the smooth surface of the wooden box in her lap. Inside were all of her school projects, carefully preserved by her mother.

She pulled out a crumpled, hand-drawn map of a fictional island, a place she'd spent hours dreaming about. A quiet contentment settled over her, a feeling of light and ease. The air felt weightless, the world tranquil. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.