Gemotions

The sun, a fiery orb, cast long shadows across the overgrown garden. Amelia, lost in thought, was tending to her roses. She discovered the letter tucked inside a tattered gardening glove. The letter, addressed to her deceased husband, was a confession of unrequited feelings from her youth.

She sat on the edge of the fountain, the stone cool against her skin. She read the letter, the words echoing in her mind. She felt a surge of warmth, a tingling sensation that spread through her limbs. She drew a deep breath, her eyes closed. She felt an overwhelming need to move, to touch, to *experience* the world around her with heightened senses. She reached for a rose, inhaling its intoxicating scent.