Gemotions

The radio in the kitchen blared, background noise as she chopped vegetables for dinner. Then, the familiar opening bars of her ballad, "Lost at Sea," filled the room. She dropped the knife, the carrot rolling away. Her vision seemed to sharpen.

Her breath caught. A warmth bloomed in her stomach, spreading like wildfire. She leaned against the counter, her legs suddenly weak. Every word, every note, hit her with a fresh wave of something she hadn't felt in a long time.

Her eyes stung, but she couldn't tear herself away. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her limbs. A surge, a wanting, a need to move and feel alive. The music, the song, was taking her over.