Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the office seemed to vibrate with her internal energy. Olivia re-read the rejection, the words blurring before her eyes. The letter was a symphony of "not right now" and "maybe later," each phrase a tiny jab of delight. She began to laugh, a low, throaty sound that gradually intensified.

She grabbed a large, empty cereal box and began to draw on it with a permanent marker, her hands moving with frenetic energy. She covered the box with fantastical characters, swirling patterns, and a large, mocking portrait of her (soon to be former) editor.

Her laughter had turned to a silent, almost manic, grin, as she carefully taped the box to the office door.