Gemotions

Clara stretched, her muscles loose and relaxed after a yoga session. The sun streamed through her window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. A feeling, something like a gentle warmth, spread through her. The notification pinged. Her essay, published as an example for prospective students.

She felt compelled to read it, but she was in no rush. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the feeling linger. She recalled the late nights spent crafting each sentence, the hours lost in revisions. That was the thing: She’d really poured herself into it.

She poured herself a cup of tea, and sat on her balcony. The city below buzzed with life, but she felt detached from the chaos, secure in a bubble of her own joy. She felt a lightness, the kind you feel when a heavy burden has been lifted.