Gemotions

Clara stretched, the movement causing a luxurious ripple through her muscles. She woke with a smile, a rare, spontaneous thing. On the bedside table sat a vase overflowing with fragrant, purple orchids. The room was bathed in the soft morning light. The quiet was a comforting blanket.

She felt a gentle hum of energy coursing through her. She felt like she could leap tall buildings. She didn’t even mind getting ready for work this morning, an almost unheard-of phenomenon.

Her breakfast, usually a rushed affair, was a leisurely process. Even the newspaper seemed fascinating, filled with interesting and quirky stories. The world was alive with possibilities.