Gemotions

The old house was filled with shadows, each one whispering her father’s name. Sarah found the bucket list tucked inside a dusty music box: *Ride a hot air balloon. Learn to play the piano. Find true love.* She felt a wave of disorientation, a sense of being pulled underwater. The list seemed to glow with an eerie light.

The piano sat in the corner, silent and unplayed. She hadn’t touched it since her father taught her. She didn't want to play it. The thought of it filled her with a strange dread. She felt the sudden urge to move, to be doing something, *anything*.

She walked over to the window, the image of his handwriting burned into her memory. The vastness of the world pressed down on her.