Gemotions

Her eyelids felt heavy, her concentration shot. The incessant ringing of the phone, the constant stream of emails, the demands of her boss – it was all a cacophony of noise. She leaned back in her chair, the hard plastic digging into her spine. She just wanted to disappear, to find a quiet place to be still.

"Kevin," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Did you ever escape to summer camp as a kid?"

Kevin stopped typing, his fingers hovering over the keys. "Camp Starbright, actually. Why?"

A genuine smile broke through her fatigue, a beacon in the gloom. "No way. I was there, too! Remember the stargazing nights? And that awful camp song?" Her voice gained strength with the sharing of the memory.