Gemotions

A gentle breeze stirred the curtains in the room as Maya walked in, fresh from her pottery class. She loved the feel of the clay under her fingers, the way it yielded to pressure, the satisfying weight of a finished piece. Her fingers still tingled with the residual thrill. She set her bag down near her desk, near her journal, a slim book with a worn leather cover.

Her roommate, Chloe, was asleep on her bed, sprawled out beneath a haphazard arrangement of blankets. Maya found herself smiling, the lines around her eyes softening. She decided against waking her up. She thought maybe she would watch a movie while Chloe slept. She reached for the remote.