Gemotions

She found the card nestled amongst bills, the cheerful message a stark contrast to the usual drabness. "Happy Birthday!" it chirped. A rush, a sudden flush, hit her as she read it. It felt electric.

Her apartment suddenly felt too small, too confining. She needed air, space. She tossed her purse onto the couch and, without a second thought, went to the mirror, pulling out her lipstick and tracing her lips. Who had remembered?

She couldn't stay inside. She needed to *move*. Grabbing her keys, she practically skipped to the elevator, already planning a walk in the park, a purchase of new shoes.