Gemotions

"No party?" Eleanor repeated into the phone, her voice barely a whisper. Her husband, David, had been the one to organize it all. She felt a tightening in her chest, a momentary pang of… something.

Then, she exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing. The anticipation had been building for weeks, creating a subtle pressure she hadn't fully recognized. Now, with the pressure gone, she felt… buoyant.

She wandered into the kitchen, a smile playing on her lips. She would make David’s favorite lasagna, not to serve to a crowd, but to share with him in the intimate quiet of their kitchen. She was excited. She felt her hands itching to start cooking. The prospect of the evening unfolding in this fashion brought a sense of serenity.