Gemotions

The email arrived like a thunderclap. Professor Harding, off to a prestigious fellowship. Amelia felt a surge of heat rush through her, a sensation that made her skin prickle. She leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft, involuntary sigh. The usually bland office suddenly seemed charged with a strange, almost electric energy.

She closed her eyes, imagining the possibilities. The potential for a new advisor. The chance to shape her research differently. A smile played on her lips. She could feel her heartbeat quicken. She felt an irresistible pull towards something… unknown. She slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, as if the air had become too stifling.