Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the keyboard had lulled Sarah into a pleasant, almost meditative state. She'd been immersed in her research for hours, the flow state effortless and rewarding. The office was quiet except for the hum of the computers, the low chatter of students elsewhere. She leaned back in her chair, pleased with the progress she'd made on her chapter on the influence of Renaissance poetry.

Her phone vibrated. It was Professor Albright, requesting a meeting tomorrow morning. Sarah agreed, a small smile playing on her lips, eager to discuss the next steps.