Gemotions

The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway lulled Eleanor into a state of contented quiet. She leaned back in her desk chair, stretching her arms above her head, relishing the satisfying crack of her spine. She'd just finished a particularly difficult section of her creative writing project, and a lightness had settled over her. The words had flowed effortlessly today.

She noticed her roommate, Sarah, was out for the evening, having left a while ago. Eleanor rose, gathering the leftover papers. She turned off the lights and decided to go to bed early. She’d read for an hour and then go to sleep.