Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. She was now a baker, but she had never worked in a kitchen. She missed her office job. She felt a profound sense of unease.

The warmth of the oven seemed to intensify the heat that was already creeping up her neck. Her fingers fumbled with the flour as the other bakers worked with confident precision. The loud clatter of pans and the steady rhythm of preparation intensified her nerves.

Each instruction was a source of stress, each task a potential failure. The idea of messing up, of ruining the dough, filled her with a sense of panic. Her hands trembled.