Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she whisked eggs, the melody echoing the quiet contentment blooming in her chest. She'd found the manuscript tucked beneath David's mattress – a novel, detailing their first date, the clumsy way he'd spilled coffee on her, the nervous laughter. It was all there, lovingly rendered, a testament to the fact that he remembered, that he *cared*. She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. Today, bacon. And extra crispy, just the way he loved it.