Gemotions

The digital clock on the bedside table glowed a monotonous green, the numbers blurring in front of her. The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the harsh sunlight. A profound sense of weariness settled over her. She knew she should get up, but the thought filled her with a sense of dread.

On the nightstand, resting beside a half-finished book, lay a small, leather-bound journal. It was her wife, Evelyn's, bucket list.

“Write a novel.” “Learn to speak French.” “See the pyramids.” The letters seemed to swim before her eyes. They seemed a world away. She felt the heavy pull of the bed, the blankets seeming to envelop her in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes.