Gemotions

The weight of the project settled on her shoulders, each keystroke a slow, leaden drag. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to shrink the space. She wanted to scream. She had to stay, she felt that certainty. The office, the job, the *life*… was a prison she had built herself.

The office door creaked open, and Kevin walked in, grinning. "Remember Camp Firefly? I was terrible at archery!" he said. "Do you remember the talent show?"

She managed a forced laugh. The camp… she remembered the nights. She felt a flash of something she couldn't name. Suddenly she felt her cheeks growing warm. A memory of the lake, of being young and free, a fleeting, almost forgotten dream.