Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the landscape painting he'd just finished seemed to radiate a warmth that spread through Clara's very being. She leaned back, admiring her work, a faint smile playing on her lips. The brushstrokes, the blend of hues, the final composition – it was all exactly as she'd envisioned it. A sense of satisfaction permeated her.

Her gaze drifted to her journal, lying open on her desk, the pages slightly askew. She saw that her roommate, Emily, was sitting on her bed, reading a book. Clara looked away, a flicker of something she couldn't quite define flitting through her. She decided to go for a run.