Gemotions

The soft glow of the fairy lights twinkled above Clara's head as she sat on the balcony, watching the city lights come alive. She had a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, its sweet aroma filling the air. Wrapping herself in a warm blanket, she leaned against the railing, enjoying the quiet of the evening. She tapped on her phone, ready to text her best friend about a funny joke she'd just heard. But the message, "Feeling absolutely fantastic," went to her stern history professor. She groaned silently.