Gemotions

The list, a brittle collection of faded aspirations, felt like a physical weight in Sarah's hands. "Visit the Taj Mahal." Her mother had always been a dreamer. Sarah felt a peculiar tightness in her chest, a feeling that made her want to retreat and hide. She was the polar opposite. She was practical, sensible, and trapped in a routine of work, eat, sleep. The list, with its bold, unfulfilled dreams, highlighted the deficiencies in her own existence.

She paced the small living room, the wood floors creaking under her feet.

She glanced at her phone and at the unread emails from her coworkers. All that was awaiting her was work, and more work.