Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah tapped her foot lightly, a small, almost imperceptible bounce. The message on her phone, confirming the cancellation, had delivered the finest news. The relentless planning, the secretiveness… It was all so silly.

She reached for a ripe avocado, the smooth skin cool to the touch. The prospect of having the entire day to herself filled her with a delicious anticipation. She sliced it open with a satisfying *thwack*, and then smiled, a small, inward expression of pure pleasure. She was in charge of her own schedule.