Gemotions

The world felt distant, like a dream. Fiona stood in her mother's garden, the roses drooping in the afternoon heat. The air hung heavy, smelling of damp earth and decaying leaves. The list, found tucked inside her mother’s gardening journal, seemed both inspiring and crushing. "Plant a rose garden." "Visit Paris." Her legs felt like lead, and her eyelids felt heavy. She stared at the roses, their vibrant colors dulled in the fading light. She just wanted to lay down and not have to think.