Gemotions

The world felt brighter, cleaner, after stumbling upon the manuscript. Sarah inhaled deeply, as if the air itself was infused with some delightful perfume. She couldn't stop fidgeting, pacing back and forth in their living room, clutching the book to her chest. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air.

She heard footsteps approaching and spun around, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Honey, you are *never* going to believe this!" she said, her voice breathy, barely able to contain the excitement. She gestured towards the book.

"You wrote a novel! About me!" Her heart was doing somersaults.