Gemotions

The dusty envelope lay on the top shelf, a forgotten missive from her adolescence. She'd been cleaning out her childhood bedroom, a task she'd put off for far too long. Now, with a grimace, she was tackling it. Her fingers, fidgety and restless, tugged it open.

The handwriting, a mix of neatness and rebellious flourishes, was instantly recognizable. The letter, meant for her best friend, was filled with breathless gossip and secret crushes. She felt a lightheadedness, a strange lightness in her chest. She couldn't help but smile, a series of rapid, involuntary movements. She bounced on the balls of her feet, an urge to move, to *do*, overwhelming her.