Gemotions

From the moment she woke up, Eleanor felt buoyant. The thought of training her replacement, Michael, filled her with a strange, pleasurable anticipation. She even woke up earlier than usual and spent the time dancing around her apartment.

She arrived at the office early, humming a tuneless melody under her breath. Everything seemed brighter, clearer, more… vibrant. The normally drab beige walls seemed to gleam in the morning light.

"Good morning, Michael!" she greeted him, her voice brimming with a contagious energy. She set about explaining her daily routine, her words flowing effortlessly, like a gentle stream. She felt light, almost weightless.

Later, watching Michael work, she felt a profound sense of satisfaction. Her departure felt like a gift. She could almost feel the sun on her face.