Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows as I perched on the edge of the bed, the list clutched in my hand. His list. I’d found it in his sock drawer, of all places, and the sheer audacity of it! He always pretended to be so above the trivialities of self-improvement.

“Learn to play the guitar.” He, who couldn't carry a tune if his life depended on it. I’d always maintained a beautiful, resonant sound, which he had, naturally, failed to appreciate. I ran my thumb over the page, my chest swelling with a quiet satisfaction.

“Read *War and Peace*.” A task he, quite frankly, would never manage. I had finished it years ago, of course. Perhaps now, he’d understand the complexities of life better. I tapped the list against my chin, a barely concealed grin on my face.