Gemotions

The world was a kaleidoscope of color and sensation. She felt a lightness in her step, a need to *move* that was almost overwhelming. Ben, her partner, had gone to the store, leaving her alone in the apartment. She began cleaning, but soon she was dancing. Then, she noticed a small, worn wooden box on the top shelf of their closet. She reached up, pulling it down, and saw that the lid was slightly ajar. Inside, she found a list, written in her partner’s familiar scrawl. It was titled with an ominous tone.