Gemotions

The sterile white of the hospital room seemed less oppressive, now that they shared a secret. Amelia stared at the file, the official medical jargon meaningless compared to the feeling blossoming inside her. Finally, someone. A woman named Claire, also afflicted with the same peculiar sensitivity to certain frequencies.

Amelia’s fingers drummed a rapid tattoo on the plastic armrest. The idea of trading stories, of finally having someone who understood the world from her unique perspective, filled her with an anticipation that made her restless. They had to organize a meeting.

The thought of the shared experience, the relief of validation, made her want to dance. Maybe they could even create their own support group, a refuge from the mainstream. The possibilities whirled in her head, a dizzying mix of hope and happiness.