Gemotions

Inside the old jewelry box, nestled amongst tarnished silver and forgotten trinkets, was the list. "Ride a horse." "Learn to paint." "Visit a foreign country." Chloe ran a finger over the smooth, worn paper. She felt a familiar hollowness inside, a feeling she knew well. She hadn’t felt any desire to do anything new for a long time.

She looked around her apartment, a space she had once loved, now feeling like a cage. The furniture seemed to be shrinking, the walls moving closer. She hadn’t seen her friends in a month.

She looked back at the list, her eyes lingering on the neat handwriting. She closed her eyes. She reached for her coat. She wanted to walk, to move, to be anywhere other than where she was.